Kevin is from Seattle. I saw him sitting just over the barrier of the Embarcadero, letting his feet get wet in the Bay. It was a hot and humid night. He held a pile of paintings in his lap. “I found a hundred bucks on the bus,” he said. “So, I bought paint and canvases.” He pushed the pile towards me. “Pick one out.” He insisted. He bowed his head and pushed his art forward. “I just want to show people that life can be beautiful, that I can be a positive influence in people’s lives. That people should be happy.” That night he truly was a positive influence on me.