On Memorial Day, it was a crisp San Francisco. I was taking a walk along lovely Embarcadero waterfront. I love to take this walk at a time of day that enjoys a brisk ocean breeze. On the way, a guy sleeping alone and wrapping up a blanket came into sight.. darken, winkled, skinny like a wood stick.. My eyes met his.. He begged, “hey lady, do you have a dollar?” I tried to finish my texting.. but his hands kept approaching me. “a dollar?”
I crunched out two bills from my pocket (don’t know how much it was) and gave him.. He took them by his two hands. what is my name? he asked.. I just passed him, continued to reply messages..
On the way back home, I found him near the bench, he was eating a chip.. I was thinking I should have given him more.. He was having a little chip for dinner.
I don’t know what was happened in his life to be a physical homeless. But he really seemed to have a nest in a blanket, his head and his back crawling. I just stood there for a while(I would say.. I was a conditional homeless as well in some time(?). may you be empathized with.. crawling with my wounds in a while. So~I become living and making a life in SF FIDI.)
Fortunately, the wind came sweeping down the plain. not waving more… I would not feel good enough to walk into a warm house alone if the wind storm didn’t go away..
Hope God has mercy on SF-us.
ps- It just reminds that how often times I ever had guys like wind-blowing.. in my life. That blowers were gone already.. It would not be fair.. Thanks God! You-Nice~ was it too crisp wind, wasn’t it? Let’s share one warm word once a day! much brighter and shinier!
