This morning on my way to school I got off the expressway at M84 and saw a man standing there holding a cardboard sign that read "Please I'm a Veteran and Poor" I was going to move on. But I couldn't. I pulled off the road into the Speedway station there. I spent seven dollars - what I had to spend - on two hot sandwiches, chips, granola, and a coffee. I put the food into a bag then went to my car, where I have squirreled away other food. I grabbed some cookies and trail mix, added that to the bag. Then I crossed over to him. He saw me coming when I was maybe ten feet away. And dropped his sign, throwing his hands up. I didn't hear him at fir