I'm Not a Bum, I'm a Human Being...

Ronald Davis is his name...

Born and raised in New York City, this is the norm. However, when I was a kid, I can remember as if it was yesterday, I told my mother that when I grow up "I am going to buy a home for all the homeless people in the world"... Some dream huh...

Fast forward to today... I guess I became conditioned to seeing these people everyday. It became something that is apart of my life, not once have I looked at these people as "humans" in the sense of consciousness. I think I just felt so bad that I wanted to block them out of my life, but that is wrong. My boyfriend showed me this video some time ago; I sat down and watched it, with tears streaming down my face. This hit home. Because I was reminded on how that little girl felt. She knew that she was going home to her warm bed, her tasty filling dinner and most importantly, the love of a family, but they are not. These people have nothing... anything! It hurts me to know that, something deep inside of me wants to do something, but what? I ask God all the time, "what can I do? Tell me what can I do?" because I don't have anything to give. When I am riding the train, I do whatever it takes to help, but there are so many dishonest panhandlers out there it is hard to differentiate on who is telling the truth. There is no reason for someone to not have a home to go to, a warm bed to sleep on, and a hot cup of soup on a Christmas Eve. No one for any reason should suffer this way. I wish I can talk about this all night but I am truly heart broken to what this world has come to. There are a lot of homeless people in New York City with no discrimination. I've seen couples, women and their babies sleeping on the streets... If that is not wicked then lord I don't know what is.... 

I want to do something, but what?

Thanks for reading

Sade