A Stranger Waited on My Doorstep

A Homeless Man Followed Me Home A few summers ago, I went for a bike ride around midnight

with a friend. We went our separate ways at the end of the evening, and I had about

two blocks to ride back by myself. Because of construction, I had to ride on the sidewalk,

but the streets were dead, and it wasn't a problem until right where I was about

to turn left onto my street. There was this man walking by himself, maybe 40s,

a little scruffy but not homeless. The sidewalk was narrow, and I didn't want

to freak him out, so when I got about six feet behind him, I said,

Hey, behind you!" And he turned around and gave me this super angry look.