Monday, September 13, 2010

Sometimes I feel numb.

Numb to the need here in America.

In India I saw the need, and in some strange weird way I feel like I was forced to ignore it in certain situations.

When you are faced with empty out stretched hands every time you step foot in a town, you become numb.

It felt impossible to give to every hand and yet still have enough to survive.

This past week someone showed me something I hope I never forget...

In San Francisco there is plenty of need. I casually walked past people, avoiding eye contact and avoiding their out stretched hands. I avoided their conversations feeling it was a trap for money.

I nudged Jacob to keep walking, but he stopped,

Every out stretched empty hand was filled with a dollar. Every person looking for someone to listen, was listened to.

It was a harsh yet beautiful realization.

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