Homeless Man

Downtown San Francisco is sketchy. I was downwind and the smell of piss almost made me pass out. I was pretty sure my eyes started to water. One interesting thing is that there were a lot of talkative homeless folks. Homeless people in Portland don’t really say much. I had a conversation with one man as soon as I walked out of my hotel. He was a jovial guy. He wanted money for food to go along with the beer he had already gotten. I apologize and told him I did not have cash (which was true). He was polite and said that I was beautiful. He then asked me to take a picture of him, and I did.

While he was worrying about food to eat my biggest concern was making it to the spa on time.  What different lives we lead. I thank God for what I have. It may not be enough to be at the spa every day, but it is enough to enjoy it once in a while. It is enough to have a safe place to call home. It is enough to not worry about food. It is enough to provide for my child. Tonight, I lay in a comfortable bad watching TV. I am not sure where my homeless friend is spending the night tonight. I pray he is safe and that he is well.