In the past, I wrote about Buddy(Wayne). He prefers to be called Buddy. He's the guy who borrows quarters from me for the laundry machines. The guy who washes his clothes almost every day. The guy who has trouble speaking coherently. Well, yesterday, Tuesday, he came buy to repay me some quarters he borrowed the day before. He also gave me a Christmas gift, a little church that lights up when plugged in. This touched my heart. Buddy can't work and doesn't have much. He's harmless, but can be annoying. People in my building tend to ignore him. I heard one person tell him not to bother them anymore. Others threaten to tell the manager if he knocks on their door wanting something. I couldn't watch this any longer without doing something. So, I treat him in a friendly way, and help him wherever I can. Now, he considers me his best friend for life. And, I feel honored to be his friend. I want no praise or anything. Somewhere I read that everyone can help someone. To do so is reward enough.