Hip Hip Hooray
It's officially the last day of the quarter! I just turned in all of the paperwork for my internship class. It's so nice to be almost done!
Driving home from school, I saw a scruffy man standing in the place where three highways meet. You know, where there's a highway on the left side, an overpass just to the right, and another highway on the left, and underneath the overpass is a little cove that would be perfect for, say, a homeless man (were he to ignore all the traffic noise 24/7). So this man was pointing his finger in the direction of the cars and screaming his head off. His face was all red and he had crazy curly hair that was really bleached from the sunlight. I almost cried when I saw him because I knew that he's mentally ill, and because of that he's homeless. And I know that there are probably millions of people just like that, whose family (if they have one) couldn't afford to take care of them, or put them in a home so they end up on the streets and no one will hire them because they're crazy. I know that there are those who are capable and still will not do for themselves, but there are just as many who, due to unfortunate circumstances, are basically @$&#!@. I wish everyone could have someone to take care of them. I so often have these surges of passion in which I want to pick up homeless people, take them home, clean them up and find them a job. But then I know that many of them are also homeless because of addictions, and they would squander their income to fuel their disease. Oh Eve, why did you eat the apple.
Driving home from school, I saw a scruffy man standing in the place where three highways meet. You know, where there's a highway on the left side, an overpass just to the right, and another highway on the left, and underneath the overpass is a little cove that would be perfect for, say, a homeless man (were he to ignore all the traffic noise 24/7). So this man was pointing his finger in the direction of the cars and screaming his head off. His face was all red and he had crazy curly hair that was really bleached from the sunlight. I almost cried when I saw him because I knew that he's mentally ill, and because of that he's homeless. And I know that there are probably millions of people just like that, whose family (if they have one) couldn't afford to take care of them, or put them in a home so they end up on the streets and no one will hire them because they're crazy. I know that there are those who are capable and still will not do for themselves, but there are just as many who, due to unfortunate circumstances, are basically @$&#!@. I wish everyone could have someone to take care of them. I so often have these surges of passion in which I want to pick up homeless people, take them home, clean them up and find them a job. But then I know that many of them are also homeless because of addictions, and they would squander their income to fuel their disease. Oh Eve, why did you eat the apple.