Where's David Part 1

As a lucky girl I am, my transportation time from home to work is 3 miles. In those exact regimen 3 miles that I take every day at the same time...I tend to see the same vehicles, homeless people and buses.
One day, my heart stopped. I was idling on Rampart and Sahara when he was standing there, sign in hand.
"Homeless... no drugs, no joke."
He was roughly 6 feet tall wearing blue vans that were torn on the sides. Skinny and full of humble energy. "How?" you ask how I can tell. I do not know. It’s one of those complacent feelings you get systematically. Alone, quiet and watching him, I noticed that he was smiling back. That day, day #1 in our saga of a short friendship endeavor- changed me for the rest of my life.
As the light turned green I quickly looked around to find nothing to give him. Water, food, change... I was out. I decided the next day I would bring him water.