Boyz II Men

Saw a young brother on the train today, barely 30 I'd guess.  He looked like a Power-forward; could easily touch the ceiling of a subway car and still have a bend in his arm.  He began speaking to us passengers about his hard times with his first step in to the car.  Nervously swayed his arms as he talked.  Announced that he was going to entertain us was a rendition of "It's So Hard To Say Goodbye," by Boyz II Men.  He sang the song with a nervous swing of his arms, his eyes staring nervously at the ceiling of the subway car.  I reached in to my pocked and pulled out a Buck before he finished his mediocre, awkward performance.  When he was done, he gratefully shook hands with the folks with who held out a donation, looking deeply in to our eyes with genuine agony and appreciation.  You could feel his desperation in the touch of his warm, rough, meaty hands.  It was heart breaking…