i spent the day solo, reconnecting with my thoughts. regrouping, if you will. from my roof deck to washington square park, from there to the heights of union street, i walked slowly and let my head jump around. i didn't arrive at any grand conclusion or theory about my present, but i was reminded how absolutely fortunate i am to be living in this vibrant city. with the dogs and the segway tourists, the melting gelato and faces to the sky. what a day.
in that, i believe - ubuntu fundraiser - rutherford, ca
i put a dollar bill in my pocket midway through my walk home with the intention of handing it to the homeless man named les who frequents the corner near my house. during my mile of thinking, i toiled with the question that i've considered since moving to the city. does giving a dollar to someone without a home promote the problem? am i encouraging the stranded, middle-aged man to return back to that very spot on the sidewalk day after day, rather than return home to his family in new orleans? or can a dollar, for him, turn around a day that is spent being torn down by the act of begging for a living? can a dollar tell a man that you acknowledge him as a human being, however invisible he might be to the rest of the world?