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I came to San Diego 25 years ago from the east coast. I was a kid still, running with my addiction in tow. I made friends and like most addicts I became homeless and in 1999 went to SVDP. Jack would give me these hard looks and if I ever asked him for something he would say "what's wrong with you? Why you wasting your life?" I would lie and play dumb. He was relentless.. Over the years I had been to SVDP a few times and every single time Jack would see me he would make a point to let me know that he knew. Every time I'd see him for mail or ask for something he would lecture me. I never told him but i appreciated that. Jack was a part of my life in brief moments over 25 years and he knew me the second he saw me and id whisper to myself "oh shit." That man dedicated his life to a cause and there's nothing more respectable than that. His uncontrollable excitement for such a losing team in the eagles was unprecedented and I was there when the eagles won. He cried he was so happy. I don't know where he came from or what his life was like but he made an impact on mine and I'm sorry he's not here anymore.. They don't make them like him very much anymore