Little Jack

Jack, born in raised in Hoboken, NY, was raised with the hobos in New York. After he was born, his father left him and his mother. And his mother, as hard as it is to say, just couldn't take care of him, so she just left him in an alley in New York. Bob, a homeless man, was loving enough to take care of him at least for a little while to give him some hope and to show him the love of Christ. Now he was 9 and he was always looking for excitement. Entertaining people everywhere on the streets with his humor was what he did for his childhood. There was always a smile on his face and a bible in hand. No matter what the circumstance was, Jack could turn it around and enlighten the mood.

He was average height for his age and was pretty well built. He was one of those kids who didn't have to work out to have a well defined body. The blondness of his hair glistened in the sun and his skin was darker than usual because of standing in the sun all day all week.

New York was his home. It's where he felt comfortable. He loved performing and making people laugh as they walked to and from their stressful jobs. He felt as if he were really making a difference in people's lives. And he was!