I’ll often exit the 210 Freeway in Pasadena and find some homeless soul holding up a sign at the end of the freeway. Everyday it seems like there is a different dude or gal stretching out their hand, asking the world for a little help. I’ll always wind down my window and say gidday, throw them a couple of bucks if I have it and shake their hand… most people just drive on by…
It’s a shame because when you drive on by, it’s not they who are missing out but you. There is something that you have missed seeing because you can’t stop rushing, or because you are too afraid to turn your head to the left and hold their gaze. There’s a very unholy story written in their eyes…
It’s an unholy story of broken humanity, of a human being on their knees begging not “really” for money but for just a little piece of dignity; but it’s not just they who are broken, they hold the sign and you and I drive on by…


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