Have you seen this? An unshaven man in crumpled khakis and a worn shirt, sits cross-legged on a cold, DC street corner with a tin cup at his feet. In his hands, he grips a square of cardboard upon which is printed, “I’m blind. Please help.”
This is where my story begins. The trouble comes later. My yellow lab of 15 ½ years died so I took the hole in my heart to a volunteer training class at the local animal shelter where I could do some good for the less fortunate in Kaya’s name.
