Boston's homeless...

...and everywhere else, for that matter...

Yesterday was the reason I blog...to learn, to share, to grow...we're all in this together...I can see that so clearly...

Yeah, Christine, I have a heart, you're right. I've known that for a long time, and sometimes I wish I didn't because, using one of your literary choices, I'll borrow from the Wizard of Oz's Tinman and say that sometimes, a lot of times, I can feel it breaking. (And, to extend the metaphor just a bit more, just like most people, I also have brains and courage, too. Not always in the most exquisite amounts, though.)

And no, to another gentle reader, I'm not naive. I'm 52 years old and have seen more of this damn world than I sometimes care to admit.

And to Rachel, yes, I know that most of the time the homeless are just going to get a fix or a drink. God love people like you who actually use your time and energy to help these people, instead of cranks like me who just wallow on a blog. I've never thought of handing coins to the homeless as worthless, though. I like to look them in the eye, wish them well. The exchange lasts no more than ten seconds, but for those ten seconds (I hope) they get a little respect...a tiny feeling of worth, a little something, a foothold that might get them through the day. I say that because it seems that that is all I know...have...yeah, I also do it for selfish reasons...it makes me feel good, maybe even superior. I'll burn for that, maybe.

This is really all I have to say on the subject. I do post all comments (so far.) Everybody needs a voice...an outlet.