The strange man at the bus station

It was a windy day when the man crossed the road and went into the bus station. He was shivering and in dire need of warmth. He looked homeless and was very old. He had a long gray beard, looked very weary, wearing old boots with tattered holes them, an old plaid shirt, and a pair of jeans with several holes in them. He did not look very wealthy at all and I had no clue what he was up to.
The next day later I saw him again, and kept seeing him every day now doing the same old routine. I noticed what he was doing after seeing him everyday a month. Every day he would go into the bus station and ask people for money. After he had enough money he usually would go to a nearby restaurant and get a bowl of soup. I asked my friend Michael if he had ever seen this old man before, Michael said “I’ve seen him sleeping in the bus station before when I was working second shift.” I started to worry about this man. I felt horrible for him for he had no one to love, or anybody to love him.
Over 4 months had past and I was still seeing this strange man walking amongst the streets and in the bus station. Every time I saw him he seemed so down. He didn’t look like he was a joyful man. One day I decided I would buy him a bowl of soup and a nice warm glass of hot cocoa. I greeted him by saying, “hello sir, my name is David. I’ve seen you walking around the town and in the bus station a lot. Would you like to go get a nice warm glass of cocoa and soup with me? It’s my treat.” It turns out he is a very nice old man but is very lonely. His family had died in a fire when he was a young man about the age of 26. His wife had left him when he was 39 because he had lost his job and had gotten very lazy. She took their son with her and moved to North Carolina where he was nowhere to be in sight.
After today we became good friends and I decided I would go to see him every Thursday morning and go out to eat with him at a nearby café. We had been doing this for over two months now, so I finally decided to ask my wife Debra about letting him live with us. She said, “I don’t know Michael, it doesn’t sound like a good idea. We have children.” I begged her until finally she gave in. she said, “Alright alright! I give up! He may live with us as long as he gets a job.” I jumped with joy and went to the old man and asked if he would like to live with me, my, wife, and kids. He said yes.
He had been living with us for two years now and suddenly, the next morning he was gone, out of nowhere he had left us. We were all sad and had no idea where he had gone. We called the police and told them about it and they had searched for him for six days before finding him in the subway, dead. The family was in tears and all were sad. They had a funeral for him two weeks later. Although they miss him, they know he is in a better place now.