~ This is the man I called Saint Bernard. Whenever I was feeling lost and alone, he was there. I would sit and talk to him. He sang me a song with lyrics that my name was like sunshine. He also thought he was a member of the Kennedy family and I was his sister. We sat on the side of the street at the 7/11 on the corner of King/Piikoi. He talked and I listened. He offered to buy me breakfast at Zippys and got mad/hurt when I declined, for I did not want him to spend what little money he had on me. ~

(That was then .... and this is now: http://www.hawaiinewsnow.com/story/37396465/miraculous-how-a-chronically-homeless-drug-addict-became-a-doting-grandfather) CS