A man is on the roof.

He waits for hours in the cold, the dark, the ice rain that comes as winter draws its dying breaths.

He waits for a specific moment, then he will act.

This man endures the cold and the wind and the wet.

He sleeps in the day, he walks the city at night.

The man waits, alone.

He does this not because he wants to do it, or because he has to do it –

No government or municipality called on him to serve, nor did he offer his time.

He does it because he has nothing else but this.

He will not take home a paycheck.

He has no security, no lifeline, no backup.

This man, he does this thing because he wants to save you.

This man, he wears a mask.

And despite his sacrifice and his courage, he does not want you to know who he is.