Ok so it's cold. And I'm lucky. I "had" to go out to my friends birthday party and I was pissy cause it was at a bar I don't like and cause I work early tomorrow. I'm a selfish piece of crap.
As I left I was approached by a guy that asked for anything I could spare, all I had was $20. I gave it to him. He was shocked. He kissed my hand twice. I said bless you brother. All I saw was my drug addled, freezing brother when I was a kid. I have no doubt that instead of using it to fnd a way to his mothers house that it became something he used to snort or shoot, but I'm almost always wrong and I hope I am in this situation.
I guess this hits me hard cause of my New Years resolution or epiphany or whatever you want to call it. I've pitied myself over my marriage ending and me leaving a financially lucrative, but soul-crushing job...I decided it's time to turn it around and it's only by a higher power and friends and family, that not everybody is blesssed with, that I'm not cold and alone on a street. My struggle this afternoon to max out my credit card to enter a race I really want to do and to get last years Asics Cumulus seems so petty in comparison to what he has to face.
I've supported Back On My Feet, an organization that gives hope and structure to people in need, almost since I started running distance 5 years ago. I'm glad to support them to this day.
I guess tbe point is, whether you think it will help them get a bed or a rock, don't underestimate how much your ear or coin might be enough to make a difference. Don't give up on trying to give.