"Save a life today"-------"Ok, I'll try"
* 11 am or so---"I feel like a new born...Hey Dad, what do you think about your son now? Do you want to take my picture...and I won't remember...this..."
He was digging through the trash...looking for anything he could salvage...he took out a half empty, discarded blue Pepsi paper cup and drank from it. His clothes were tattered and dirty...and was wearing a broken shoe. No one else seemed to notice him...or just intentionally ignored him. As I was looking at the man, (studying him in hopes he would not notice my intense interest in him,) I couldn't help but feel sorry for him, but at the same time I almost felt sorry for myself...I looked at the woman behind the counter, she smiles at me and tells us sorry for having to wait...
*12:25 pm---As I sit here, watching people pass, I can't help but feel isolated. And somehow, strangely enough, as I see women in their clothes that make them seem fake to me...and their high-heeled shoes that look almost impossible and excruciating to walk in...I can't help but feel like someone will walk up to me and say that I'm a candidate for "Ambush Makeover" :)
*Somehow I see something wrong with a person being a walking billboard. He handed me a pamphlet as I walked up...and I was thinking, "this job would suck."
He was digging through the trash...looking for anything he could salvage...he took out a half empty, discarded blue Pepsi paper cup and drank from it. His clothes were tattered and dirty...and was wearing a broken shoe. No one else seemed to notice him...or just intentionally ignored him. As I was looking at the man, (studying him in hopes he would not notice my intense interest in him,) I couldn't help but feel sorry for him, but at the same time I almost felt sorry for myself...I looked at the woman behind the counter, she smiles at me and tells us sorry for having to wait...
*12:25 pm---As I sit here, watching people pass, I can't help but feel isolated. And somehow, strangely enough, as I see women in their clothes that make them seem fake to me...and their high-heeled shoes that look almost impossible and excruciating to walk in...I can't help but feel like someone will walk up to me and say that I'm a candidate for "Ambush Makeover" :)
*Somehow I see something wrong with a person being a walking billboard. He handed me a pamphlet as I walked up...and I was thinking, "this job would suck."