I nearly ran into a homeless guy on my skateboard as I was heading back to the apartment to grab my helmet. I gave him a friendly smile and a "sorry." He asked me for a quarter and I gave him a dollar. He thanked me, and as I was riding away, told me to look out for people like him. Or was he warning me to look out for people like him because the donation of a dollar was the only thing that kept him from wearing my skull as a trophy?
I find my compassion for people in a bad spot is more or less always at war with my assumption that the homeless are mentally ill and therefore potentially dangerous.
I'm not sure what that says about me.
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