Everyman

A man rises from his own ashes

The hair fell to the floor in greasy clumps; the homeless, hopeless man transformed into everyman. His blue eyes sharpened on his reflection, and his confidence seemed to grow with each snip of the barber's scissors.

When his hair was finished, he stood up staright for the first time in years. His donated clothing was neat and smartly buttoned.

"Thank you, young man. You've given me something I've not had in a long time: my pride."

The young man had tears in his eyes. "I'm glad I found you. I've always hoped to pay you back for raising me, Dad."