I sobbed in a homeless man’s arms. I did not know the man. Most likely I will not see him again. But, I will never forget the moment our hearts touched in the intimate dance of raw truth: he lives on the street and I in a warm apartment. Our exchange began when I commented on his dog. He smiled very proud and said, “Yea, she's great. I've got her back and she's got mine.” As he spoke, gently petting the dog, I reached into my wallet and took out all the money I had.