I never thought a haircut would change my life.
For ten years, I lived on the streets, barely scraping by. My days blurred into each other—scavenging for food, sleeping under bridges, and avoiding people’s stares. I got used to being invisible.
Then one day, a local charity offered me a free makeover. I almost didn’t bother, but the volunteer was kind, so I went along with it. They trimmed my matted hair, gave me a shave, and handed me a fresh set of clothes. When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself.
Someone snapped a photo and posted it online. It was meant to show the power of kindness—how a little care could bring dignity back to a person. I didn’t think much of it. I didn’t even have a phone to see it myself.
A week later, a stranger ran up to me, breathless. “Your name is Luis, right? From New Mexico? Your family has been looking for you!”