Thank You for Shopping Here

A sign on a busy SF street window reads "Thank You for Shopping Here." In contrast, a young man sits around the corner; lonely, tired, sad look in his eye asking people for any change. He doesn't look the typical "homeless" person. He looks younger than most, he's shaven, clothes looked fairly new. But what the face and body can hide, the eyes never can.

What brought him there to this point in his life? Where is the beauty in his life? What reason does he have to live?