Had one like him, when I was the po-po for a small city, in the south bay area.
Called him 'Plaza Steve', a very kind person with some issues. He was in his mid 30's.
Steve would help folks load their cars and hold doors open for the gals and such. He lived 'on the street'.
Just never could find where-We didn't look that hard either.......LOL
I have to admit, that more than once I gave him a ride while 'on the job'.
He always said 'God-Bless' when I dropped him off.
Everyone at the station knew him-He would bring flowers into the station.
Sadly, one day a call went out of a TC with pedestrian involved.
I was the first on scene, it was Steve and he was DOA. Was NOT the drivers fault.....
Steve had no blood family we could find. Yet-he had one of the highest attended funerals I can remember.
That's when the term, "Angels walk among us" really sank in............