Commentary CUMBERLAND, Maryland—Had it not been for the kindness of strangers, Henry McCain would have died the way he led much of his adult life: cold, alone, and without a blanket to cover his feet at night. Instead, McCain left this world not a nameless drifter but with dignity, a sense of belonging, and a last sip of his beloved ice-cold Coca-Cola. On the morning McCain died, Pastor David Ziler and his wife, Andrea Ziler, went into the hospice room they had created at the homeless shelter they run, gave McCain his medications, cleaned him up, and sat his weakened body up in bed. “Henry looked at my wife and asked if he could have an ice-cold Coke, so she got him a straw and dropped it into his mouth, and he said, ‘That’s enough,’” Ziler explained. McCain then rolled over and went to sleep. “Fifteen minutes later, we came …