After finding the above picture ^^^ I guess he wasn't as original as I thought.
I just have to share this because I'm having mixed feelings. Every day coming home from work there was a man who would sit by the exit ramp and would hold a sign saying "homeless not hopeless". It really stuck with me. Every day I'd come home from work and see him and just wish I could do something. Usually I don't get this moved by people, but something stuck. Maybe it was his 70's actor perfectly placed hair (threw me off. He was homeless. How was his hair always so nice) or his "original" sign. I would contemplate on how I could help him and what I could do. Now, after some bills from our wedding, fixing the AC in my car, and fixing my dog's broken leg, we were paying off a few thousand. Charity was starting at home. I still was trying to figure out something I could do. It was just tugging at me.
Flash forward to one night I needed a gift bag in a pinch (I know. I think everything should be wrapped, but this. This was going to get shoved in a bag. I had so much going on. Ain't nobody got time for that) so we ran to the dollar store by our house. We park my car and I lean over to say something to my husband and what do I see you may ask? HOMELESS NOT HOPELESS. Sitting in what looked like a Bronco. Talking. On. His. Cell. Phone. I couldn't take my eyes off him nor could I say anything. My husband gave me a weird look and said "why are you staring at him..." I was like "THAT'S HOMELESS NOT HOPELESS!" In a car. Talking on a cell phone.
I liked to believe that he lived in that car. Just so he wasn't out scamming people on the side of the road. I haven't seen him lately. So maybe he made it? Or maybe he moved on to scam other people. I always wished I could help homeless people when I saw him, but now I'm definitely a bit more skeptical...
I just have to share this because I'm having mixed feelings. Every day coming home from work there was a man who would sit by the exit ramp and would hold a sign saying "homeless not hopeless". It really stuck with me. Every day I'd come home from work and see him and just wish I could do something. Usually I don't get this moved by people, but something stuck. Maybe it was his 70's actor perfectly placed hair (threw me off. He was homeless. How was his hair always so nice) or his "original" sign. I would contemplate on how I could help him and what I could do. Now, after some bills from our wedding, fixing the AC in my car, and fixing my dog's broken leg, we were paying off a few thousand. Charity was starting at home. I still was trying to figure out something I could do. It was just tugging at me.
Flash forward to one night I needed a gift bag in a pinch (I know. I think everything should be wrapped, but this. This was going to get shoved in a bag. I had so much going on. Ain't nobody got time for that) so we ran to the dollar store by our house. We park my car and I lean over to say something to my husband and what do I see you may ask? HOMELESS NOT HOPELESS. Sitting in what looked like a Bronco. Talking. On. His. Cell. Phone. I couldn't take my eyes off him nor could I say anything. My husband gave me a weird look and said "why are you staring at him..." I was like "THAT'S HOMELESS NOT HOPELESS!" In a car. Talking on a cell phone.
I liked to believe that he lived in that car. Just so he wasn't out scamming people on the side of the road. I haven't seen him lately. So maybe he made it? Or maybe he moved on to scam other people. I always wished I could help homeless people when I saw him, but now I'm definitely a bit more skeptical...