Howard had grownup an orphan, unadopted by any family. Now at 19, he was too old for foster care and lived in homeless shelters.
One night, homeless and alone, and seeking shelter from the rain, he slept in the yard of Bernie and Ruthie Cohen, people he had never met.
Early the next morning when the Cohens found him, they looked at his tattered clothes and his frail body, and Ruthie said, "I don't think this boy has anyone."