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Originally Posted by LikeAWillow
A homeless woman broke my heart last night. I was walking back from my friend's 21st birthday party in the Mission district of San Francisco. If anyone is even remotely familiar with the bay area, you know the reputation the mission has, so, as a woman walking alone at night, I was trying to walk quickly and without making eye contact with anyone along the way. When I felt someone watching me, I assumed it was a man, and when I heard them clear their throat, I braced myself for the cat call coming (again, woman alone in the mission). The voice that came out was so high and weak and sincere, "I really like your sandals." Nothing else. I wanted so badly to be able to go back and give them to her.
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I remember being in San Francisco... it was the first place I went to in the USA with my mum and stepdad... I was rather saddened and scared by it, because I'm simply not used to seeing so many groups of homeless people around a city.
Anyway, you've reminded me of a time when a homeless man started playing a harmonica (I think) for my mum and David as we walked past him, but David walked on, saying he only had his visa credit card. The man, being good humoured, held his hand to his chin and looking at mum, saying "what did I do wrong?" in a humorous manner. Mum apologised, explaining that we didn't have any cash on us, but thanked him and wished him well. It turned out that, while mum and I didn't have anything, David did have money on him.
Honestly, it takes so little from everyone to make so much for one person... I don't understand how people walk past such nice people in need so thoughtlessly.