“Despite my parents’ wishes, I married a homeless woman and was shocked back home a month later.”
My parents wouldn’t let me forget that I was unmarried and thirty-four years old. They matched me with every decent-looking person they knew to get me married and beginning a family. Still, that was only one aspect of it. They finally informed me that unless I married by the time I turned thirty-five, I would not get any of their money. I was going to lose it since they just had few months left to reach their target.
Following a fresh argument with my folks, one day I went for a walk to cool off. I was so furious that I paid little thought to my destination until I came upon a woman seated on the pavement. Her hair and clothing were disorganized, and a wooden sign over her shoulder said “Need help.” But her stare caught me and made me stop and pay attention; it was sweet, compassionate, and curiously soothing. I had an idea at that same moment that nearly seemed like a need. I approached her and formulated a proposal without giving it enough thought.
