Coming Full Circle Anonymous

He reached out, unfurled his hand, and looked up at me with what can only be described as a look of pure desperation. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a crumpled five-dollar bill and handed it to the man. "It's a cold one," I remarked. "God bless," replied the man, shivering in his beat-up brown jacket and even shoddier pants. "That jacket can't be keeping him warm," I thought. Not saying anything more, I rejoined my friend Patrick and we continued on towards the Washington Wizards arena.

After watching the Wizards lose a close game to the Hawks, Patrick and I left the Verizon Center in a mass of disappointed fans, talking as optimistically as we could about John Wall and the Wizards' promising future. We followed the masses, absent-mindedly strolling farther and farther away from where we actually had to go. As the swarm of people began to thin out, my friend and I realized that we had taken a wrong turn somewhere. We had to return to the station we had come from, since we were almost out of money and had just enough fare on our metro tickets to get back to Vienna, Virginia; I looked up directions on my phone. Twenty minutes away. We began walking. Passing the Verizon Center a second time, we decided to cut across a...