We were surprised one morning at how bitterly cold the weather had suddenly turned.

When I passed by Moses' doorway that morning, he was still wearing his “summer uniform”—dark green pants, battered shoes, dark green short-sleeved shirt, nothing else.  People were shivering under wool coats and mufflers.

I knew the accident scene mentality:  everybody standing around commenting on how awful it is, assuming that somebody else has called an ambulance, when in fact nobody has, while the victim slowly bleeds to death before their eyes.  A lot of people must have noticed Moses' vulnerability to the sudden cold, but would anybody do anything about it?

I realized that I had an older raincoat with a warm liner that I could spare for Moses.