I don’t know your name, so may I please call you Justin. You were soft spoken and ready to help me with the cupcakes and Easter eggs I brought to where many come to get lunch or otherwise go without. Your face was covered with tattoos. Maybe there was no acknowledgment in your life and that is why you might’ve chose your tattoos so you could be seen. Your eyes showed the hard road you have traveled, but they were filled with so much humanity. And so you walked away with the cupcakes and Easter eggs. Justin, I want you to know you are in my heart and we see you, we hear you, and we care.