Every day I see this man on Huntington right between Arcadia and Monrovia. He sits on the bench with all his belongings. And every day after my workout, I drive by him and say to myself, "One day, I'm going to do something."
Makes me wonder. I've gone to the gym x number of times and I still haven't done a thing. How many others have passed him by on a daily basis and haven't done anything?
It strikes me as odd to think that in my own Arcadia bubble there are faint traces of misfortune. In the midst of all this prosperity, there sits a homeless man on Huntington. (And many more at night in Arcadia Park). And while I worry about things like
what to eat, he probably wonders
when he'll eat. Funny how this whole time I've been thinking about going to Mexico for missions when there are opportunities right there in front of me.
...If I baked him banana bread, would he eat it?
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make some bannana bread! =)