I often talk with, sit with, share meals with and sometimes give money to homeless individuals, I have done so for years. I am not well off and in fact quite poor myself but it doesn’t cost much to be human and share a few moments. This person was killed in a hit and run. They ran him over, he was disabled in a wheel chair and homeless. They left him in the street and he died but there was something about him that just dug into your soul even before this situation. He lived in my thoughts for a long time till I decided to paint a portrait of him. His name was Michael…He mattered.