why I love the city…
I had an early (7:30 am) dental appointment yesterday morning. The dentist is about 8 blocks away from my building, and there was a significant snow storm blowing in. The walk there wasn’t bad, but the walk home was different: the snow was wet, the dentist had been late, I was cross, half my face was numb from anesthesia, and a good extra 6 inches of snow had fallen. My eyes were watering, and I reached up to wipe them and realized I’d smeared my mascara (or what was left of it) all over my face. To top it off, on my route I was fast approaching a homeless guy and I just didn’t feel like dealing with the begging.
As I approached he called out “M’am! M’am!” I turned towards him, preparing to blow his requests for food or money off as nicely as possible. “Wha…?” I mumbled through my half -droolly, numb smile.
“M’am! Could I buy you a sandwich or a cup of coffee? You look really cold.”
Damn, I love the city. It will never let you escape poverty: that of others, and that of your own
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The blog entitled “I love the city” was AMAZING.
I had a house in Indy for a few years and I remember the homeless. I always wanted to give them something but if I gave each one a dollar, by the time I walked to the other side of the city I would be flat broke. I had to walk to work everyday and I just didn’t have the money. Its frustrating. On one hand you want to always be a good helper, on the other hand the reality is I couldn’t afford it.
Indy is smaller so I got to know a few of them. I miss them and a few of them really floored me with their insight on life.