SI.com:Read the rest.The young man living in his car is passing out free sack lunches in the park downtown. He's fresh from his construction job, so he looks a lot like the people he's feeding: dirty blue jeans; hooded sweatshirt; size-12, steel-toed Red Wing boots. A homeless man, feeding homeless men. Charity squared.
In two years, he would be breaking pass receiving records on an undefeated team and playing in a game for a conference championship. NFL scouts would assess his worthiness as a No. 1 draft pick. The red carpet would roll right out there. It would be clean and waiting.
But he wasn't thinking about that now. Couldn't even imagine it. Now, he was wondering where he would sleep that night and how cold it would be.
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