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
I feel so bad for people like him. It breaks my heart to hear his story and to realize how tough some people have it :S
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