On a hot summer day in 1880, a small village in Argentina was bustling with activity. In the middle of the village was a small park, where the locals would often gather to relax and gossip. On that particular day, however, there was a different figure in the park. It was a homeless man, his tattered clothing hanging off his thin frame and his beard unkempt and disheveled. His eyes stared off into the distance with a look of hopelessness, and yet his face still retained a hint of determination.

He had been wandering around the village for weeks, ever since he had been evicted from his home in the city. He had no family or friends here, and he had been living off of whatever food he could scavenge from the trash. He was desperate and had few options, so he decided to stay in the park and hope that someone would take pity on him and give him a helping hand. The locals had noticed the homeless man, but none of them had done anything to help him. They were all too busy with their own lives to take the time to help someone else.

That is, until one day when a kindly old woman saw him sitting in the park. She walked over to him and asked him his name. After hearing his story, she offered to let him stay with her and gave him food and a place to sleep. The homeless man was overcome with gratitude, and from that day on he was never seen in the park again. He had found a home, and a kind soul to take him in. He was no longer homeless, and he was finally able to start a new life.