With one final blow to the already battered, bleeding, and sunken in face, he stepped back. He stared at the mangled body on the ground. The man's face was unrecognizable, and you couldn't tell what color hair he had through all of the blood.

The newspaper he had laid out to sleep on, was no longer black and white, but red with his blood.

William stepped away, looking down at his hands.

'Man my knuckles hurt.' He thought to himself.

'That's one less person that San Diego has to feed, and help.' His thoughts continued. He had a good reason to be angry with this man.

William Mead was a thirty-nine year old retired chief warrant officer 3 after twenty-one years of service for our country. He was married once, and then divorced on peaceful terms. In fact, his ex-wife claimed he was dull and boring. His everyday life was too mundane for her.

William looked back at the lifeless body lying on the ground, still bleeding out.

'If she could see me now.' He chuckled.

Before you go judging William for what he just did, let's first take a look back on his life.

William's parents didn't expect to have a new baby. The shock wore off pretty quickly, and then they were elated. They already had a fourteen year old son when Shelly, Mark's mother had William.

Mark's father, Larry, has already done twenty-three years, and is a colonel, in the USMC, when William was born.

When William was born, everyone was very excited. As stated before, he was unexpected, but such a happy surprise.

Even though his brother Mark was only fourteen when William was born, he knew he wanted to follow in his father's footsteps. He talked about it all the time, and Larry had already started training him, knowing what he would have to go through in boot camp. He, of course, was proud of his son. His mother, Shelly, was very proud and supportive, yet a bit nervous, having her son following in the footsteps of a Marine.

I already did my twenty one years of service in the Military. I'm thirty-nine years old. I retired out of the military, and spent all of the money that I had saved up throughout my entire time in the Marines, to buy these buildings because I can't stand seeing homeless people, with nowhere to turn. I have sponsors and donations to help me keep it running, and to keep paying my staff, on top of my monthly checks I still get for my years of service.

I have so much to tell you. First, let me introduce you to Billy. Rewind only 3 months, and I was sitting at my desk and just beginning to enjoy a lunch. That's actually a joke, even though I am retired, there's no lunch breaks for me.

There is a hour period I call lunch, and all that is meant for, is to prepare myself for the oncoming cases, and review the cases I already had that morning, to make sure that I didn't miss anything. Suddenly, a young man, I guessed to be in his early twenties, barged in the door of my office.

"Sir, please I have to speak with you, it's an emergency. It'll only take a minute. . ." he began. I could tell right away he wasn't like my normal clients. He looked fairly clean to be a homeless man. He was close to 6'0, and didn't weigh very much at all. He had brown hair, brown eyes, a handsome man, I guess. . . I really don't go around judging other men. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a dark t-shirt. Most homeless wear dark shirts because you can't tell how dirty their clothes really are.

"I'm sorry sir, I tried to stop him!! Sir, you have to leave right now. . ." my secretary Linda came running in behind him. Her face flushed from getting excited and running after him. She was a very loyal woman who came to me for help when she was going through a hard time. She had a new born, and her abusive husband had kicked the both of them out on the streets. I ended up hiring her on as my full time secretary, and she now has a wonderful home of her own that she's buying.

"Thank you Linda, it's okay, I've got this." I said to her with a smile.