This guy came up to us as we were leaving the hotel in the morning, And I’ve heard all the pitches.. But there was sadness in his voice and he was direct.
“look man .I know I’m homeless and asking you for money.”
He was direct.
I had a few twenties broken into fives for just this reason..
I gave him a five, and his voice broke when he said thank you.
He had emotional temperament running out of the boundaries..
He reminded me of Kevin.
“thank you, thank you so much”
It was like he was starting to cry.. I could tell that he was there mentally, and he looked about my age…
A different interaction than where I’m from…
I could be totally happy, breaking a hundred into fives,, and just walk around..
Find them.
I don’t know your story, and I almost don’t even need to know..
I heard how your voice broke.. I heard how you said thank you and you looked like you wanted to hug me, but understood that that’s not what homeless people are allowed to do..
I saw your heart ..
In this one second .
In this brief moment..
I fucking saw you man ..
And it only cost five bucks..
That’s it.
Five bucks..
That is where your story has taken you.. And this world really is a motherfucker.
But you didn’t lie.
And I respect that .
You didn’t give me some crazy story about your circumstance..
You said
“I know I’m homeless, and I know I’m asking you for money”
Sold.
I think there’s still hope in you.
I saw your heart..
Fuck your situation..
I saaaawwww you.
And I love ya.
Fuck all these other people.
Well dressed, well educated..
We ain’t them .
But we’re still the same.
Love ya dude.