My name is Cheryl Kane and I'm a registered nurse with Boston Health Care for the Homeless Program

and I'm the Director of Nursing at the Barbara McGinnis House.

This story is about a man by the name of Max Evans.

Max was somebody who lived on the streets of Boston down by the aquarium,

and he made his home he lived in between two Jersey barriers and every night he would go and sleep there.

He had very long fingernails, big bushy beard, and hygiene was not his strong point.

He was very feisty, and there'd be times when we would go to C max and he was like a bear with a sore head and he'd just yell and tell us to go away.

One afternoon in the fall he was having a nap on the wall by the aquarium and some of his

buddies threw him into the harbor. He ended up having a massive coronary and ended up at a

local hospital. On a Sunday morning I got a telephone call telling me that Max had left the hospital in

just a Johnny and a vest and could I go and find him.

So I left my house and I went downtown to where he stayed and sure enough, there he was between the two Jersey

barriers and sure enough there he was and just a Johnny and a vest.

It was Columbus Day weekend and the weather was really cold.

I brought him this fluorescent yellow down jacket. It was a beautiful

jacket except the color was bright. But when I gave it to him he said oh my gosh where did you get this

everyone's gonna see me I told him it was my husband's and he said oh he didn't want it anymore and I said no

actually my husband died and he would be really happy for you to have this jacket And Max said to me, oh, honey, I'm so sorry.

And Max said to me,

Oh, honey, I'm so sorry.

Go in that Dunkin Donut buy yourself a cup of coffee put it on my tab and come out and tell me all about your husband

I got a cup of coffee and I sat on a milk crate and I put my hands in his.

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