screw thanksgiving. the sight of a homeless man on his knees wearing a santa hat makes me thankful for the life i have. when he wished me "Merry Christmas" after i gave him some change, i felt a pinge of guilt for taking so many things in my life for granted. am i living my life the best i can?
i wonder if he has anyone to celebrate christmas with.
i wonder if he'll be fed on christmas eve.
i wonder if he'll get presents.
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