The biker sitting across from me on the subway was crying.

On the subway, a rough, older biker was openly sobbing while cradling a tiny orange-and-white kitten. He revealed he hadn’t held anything alive in 43 years—since losing his newborn daughter to a court ruling. Homeless and with little money, he rescued the kitten from a dumpster, feeling a chance to care for something again. Strangers on the train, moved by his story, quickly gave him money to feed and care for the kitten. He named her Hope, and with the support of the people around him, he left with renewed purpose, finally feeling the love and responsibility he had carried for decades.