weirdness
I was at a red light waiting to turn left from Barrington on to Wilshire this morning and a homeless man walked up to my car. I honestly never carry any cash but I felt awful shaking my head. I don’t know what it was about today, but it made me sad to see this man sticking his hand out asking for change. I just started thinking about the amount of shame one must feel asking for money - or for help for that matter. I know many people, guys included, who hate asking for help. How is this guy different from all of the other homeless people out there? He’s not, as far as I could see. The only difference is that I felt something. It made me cry. I didn’t want him to feel that shame. I can’t explain it. I just know how I felt.
