Ken was a Mute (i.e. didn’t speak, but liked to write with a pen & paper to you) who we’ve met most every December on homeless outreach in Downtown CLE over the last few years.

He lived in the woods, by the railroad tracks, honestly probably about 5 min from the office I work downtown, if that. We just learned he passed away in the last 3 weeks.

While we pray he is at peace now, I can not help but be saddened by the reality that, no matter how much we love & wish to help those in need, honestly, and with good intention, we fail our brothers & sisters. I wish we could (all) do more for them.