Yesterday I took my youngest son for a haircut because he had an ROTC competition in Long Beach the following day and he needed to look his best. So, I gave him some money for the haircut plus a tip, then I drove off to pick up a pizza for him while he was getting the haircut.
On my way to the Pizza place I had to stop at a traffic light and waited to make my left turn. There was a women, who looked middle-aged, standing in the middle island and waving a sign. Apparently, she needed money but it was dark already and I couldn’t see what the sign said.
This poor, destitute woman kept her head down and just stood there. It was a cold evening.
I was thinking… what could’ve caused this poor woman to place herself in the middle of the boulevard, begging for money? I studied her and tried to understand if she became a drug addict… or maybe she lost her job and her home. It didn’t matter. I just felt this overwhelming sadness for her. I imagined myself in her shoes. I tried to invision the possible scenarios that could put me in her situation.
Anyway, the light turned green and she wasn’t looking up. I quickly took a dollar out of my wallet and opened my window and called out to her. She looked up, and just as I was passing her she was able to grab the dollar from my hand. And she thanked me. And just as I was making my left turn I started to cry a bit. I just wished I could’ve given her more money… but, I’m on a tight budget myself. If I could I would’ve given her a twenty dollar bill.
After getting the pizza and picking up my son from the hair salon, we drove passed that intersection where I gave the woman my dollar. I saw her walking away down the street and she disappeared into the distance… into the dark. And in my heart I wished her well, and hope she finds herself in a better place…