For over 30 years, Mike Meyers lived on the streets of California. His only possessions were an old guitar and a collection of memories he tried his best to forget.
He wasn’t your typical drifter. Mike had grown up in a stable home, played in his school’s marching band, and had a solid circle of friends. But he always felt like a stranger in his own house.
At 16, he learned a devastating truth: he was adopted. It explained why his siblings were cold to him, but it shattered his sense of belonging. After his adoptive parents died, his relatives cast him out.
He tried to make it as a truck driver, but isolation and depression eventually cost him everything. He ended up begging for change, invisible to the world.
Until the day Deputy Sheriff Jacob Swallow stepped into his path with a citation in his hand.
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