The Minutes of Our Last Meeting | Trump’s Homeless Solution
What if we made homeless people pretty?
I Believe… [I Have Risen]
...that nothing speaks to how clueless and discompassionate we are as people than the immediate chattering of Starbucks customers following a homeless man wondering into the coffee shop barking “Can anyone help me? I’m hungry!”
Bread and Roses
I work downtown, and within a few hundred yards from my office door, there is a homeless shelter. Thus, there are a multitude of panhandlers in my life.
The stomach tightens and sinks.
The heart and lungs follow.
It’s a confounding reaction to a receipt of affection.
It’s familiar, and, therefore, oddly comforting.
But familiarity can be a curse.
A cursed reminder of what once went wrong when you were just trying to do things right this time.
This time it’ll be different, you say.
Why? You’re different, but what are you doing differently?