Whew. Tough walk in the park this morning.
First, there was a person who looked dead. I waited a good five minutes for signs of breath; the skeletal, worn-out bodies of street folk operate on so little sometimes.
Then a fellow on the way back asked for someone to buy his wares so he could eat. He was newer to living rough, and shaken by being treated like a "parasite" for the first time after a life where he'd always had work before.
We're all so fragile.
Tread lightly with those living hard.
Thank you for being present in your community, Lindsay. π
That's really all we can do sometimes - and to remember the humanity of our fellow human beings all the time, even when news cycles try to lure us into other points of view.
Also, it really lightens the heaviness of this morning's interactions to hear tell of another person present with the hurting world - so thank you so much for sharing what that looks like where you are. π€