Thursday, May 13, 2010

A Homeless Man's Perspective.

So I wanted to make this note to document what was said between me and this guy.

Alright so I'm leaving the bar knowing I have about 4 blocks to walk to get to my friend's car. I'm fine with that, there's always something to see that's hidden underneath the scenery that is visible. I'm standing about 100 feet from the bar at the street corner waiting for the light to turn green so I can cross and start my 4 block walk. It was then a homeless guy (Age 45) came out of nowhere and started striking up a conversation with me about people around the city. He didn't ask me for money, instead he asked for my time as I walked to my car. So we started talking about how he's not the only one chasing money. I told him that everybody is. Then I asked him the question I love to ask people to get to know them a lot better. (Because you can read volumes about a person based on how they view the world.)

I asked him "How do you see the world?". His response was candid, 100% pure, and unexpected. This was his response.

"Well, my view of the world has changed time and time again. I think that just happens as you get older. My son died back in 1989 and it threw me into a different place. I started drinking heavily and doing drugs. It was the cause of me being where I am now. I lost everything. I have nothing. How do I see the world? Well, I see the world as one of the filthiest places in the universe. We've really made this place filthy. Although, I've come to find proof that even in the worst conditions and in the most dirty and decaying places, flowers can still grow."

So let me get this straight...He's homeless, he lost his son in 1989, his drinking and drug use led him to being homeless, he lost everything. Yet, he still sees that even in the worst conditions in the world or anywhere for that matter, flowers can still grow. This man can find beauty and hope in anything. If he can do it, can't you? Why is it that we have people with an opportunity to do anything they want in this world that will never see this kind of perspective and take advantage of this open doorway? Something to think about.

Just had to share this. Find the flowers.

Persist.

Anonymous.

2 comments:

  1. Hivemind, awesome story ...

    Something similar happened with me, and the wisdom and beauty that this 'homeless' man dropped on me was so transcendental and deep and real that I never have forgotten it (I even know the exact date and time: May 2nd, 1993, Sunday, 9:20AM).

    Thanks for the post and awesome blog page ...

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  2. Your experience has really enlightened me; giving rise to a hope that I don't think I've felt in a long time..

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