I was on the Westside of NYC. I had just placed a large order for some Chinese takeout and was waiting outside the restaurant, when I saw a homeless woman whose face was hidden in rags, scavenging through a garbage can. I handed her some money and she looked up, smiled and thanked me. The woman had a light in her eyes, a glow which shot through me. I somehow felt I had connected to something much more than myself. The homeless woman and the act of giving, had helped me feel my own humanity.
NY Times Article on one person helping the homeless:
"The idea was born more than a month ago in front of a White Castle near a busy intersection in Downtown Brooklyn. It was a cold day, and Felix Middleton encountered a homeless woman sitting in front of the fast food restaurant. He wanted to help.
Mr. Middleton’s only experience with homelessness was years earlier, when he spent a night in a park after an argument with his longtime girlfriend. It was summer, and the weather was nice, Mr. Middleton said, but the experience was awful. He could only imagine the burden on those who had to endure the biting cold."
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