Iheard him yelling before I saw him.He was in front of the church. His possessions were loaded into a shopping cart, and it appeared he was trying to navigate the steep hill. And he was yelling.Was there a fight? Should I be worried?But when I finally saw him, he was standing alone with his shopping cart. His face was flushed, and his voice was loud. I walked until I stood on the sidewalk in front of him.“What’s the matter?” I asked.He stopped yelling immediately. He looked surprised—as if his yelling had been happening in a private place, and he hadn’t ...