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humansofnewyork:

Dear HONY,

I want to nominate my Uncle Naldo for a portrait. His father left when he was four and he became the man of the house. A Vietnam combat veteran, he worked in warehouses and trucking until he got laid off in the late nineties. After a few years of job-searching and clinical depression, he found peace, purpose, and community working as a doorman on the Upper West Side. He buys bags of dog biscuits for the dozens of dogs from the neighborhood who jerk their walkers to his post, then sit anxiously for a treat. 

You can find him at 41 west 72nd st, where he works Thursday to Monday, from 4 to Midnight.

Thomas Colon