On my way to school, there's a certain intersection where poor and/or homeless people tend to ask for donations. Today I saw a man in raggedy clothes, somewhat grumpy-looking but I don't judge. I pulled out a dollar and called him over, and the guy smiled and hesitantly took it.
Then he said "Now, I'm only gonna take this if you agree that some day, when you see me, you'll just come sit down and talk to me. Otherwise, I won't take it."
He held out the dollar to me, but I said "I will do that. If I see you, I will talk to you." He smiled and nodded.
"Okay, it's a deal." Then he went back to the corner. Traffic started going again and I drove off, just thinking about how kind the guy was. And I don't know why exactly, but about five minutes later I just started crying uncontrollably. Maybe because of how other people would just ignore someone like him or drive right past him when the guy just wants someone to talk to.
Anyway, I was driving back home and keeping a close lookout for the man. Sadly I didn't see him there, but the next time I do, I swear I'll park somewhere and spend some time with him, maybe bring him lunch or something. I can't stop thinking of the possibility that other people had agreed to the same thing and then just completely forgot about it or chose not to go. I know not everyone is honest, and maybe this guy is just gathering drug money or something. But even if he is, why not just give it to him? If that's how he's choosing to spend his free time, at least keep him happy for another day. Besides, I felt like he was being honest, and there's no way to tell otherwise.
So I got home, made myself some Bagel Bites, and sat myself down at the computer to type this. I just wanted to get it out I guess. :I
Eating: I just told you, dammit