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Last night, I chose to sleep on the sidewalk on Sunset Blvd. in Hollywood, California.
There are homeless people sleeping on the streets literally about every 10 – 15 feet. Why? It would be easy for those who haven’t experienced it to say they are lazy or they should all get jobs at McDonalds, but many hold that viewpoint because they’ve never experienced homelessness and lack compassion in their hearts – and the lack of compassion in our society is the true source of homelessness.
When we see a problem, why is it for many of us our initial response is to find who to blame? Let’s put aside that as it adds nothing to the solution. Let’s put on compassion, open our heart, open our home, open our wallet, and start making a difference in someone who is worth just as much as anyone else. See beyond the appearance. Love, – D.R>
This morning I was in Monterey, California and chose to go to Big Sur. After spending the previous two nights at an open 24 hours Denny’s, sleeping for about 30 minutes on the beach of Monterrey, and being heavily caffeinated on Starbucks and Denny’s coffee, I needed a change in scenery.
I found the first bus leaving Monterrey headed south to Big Sur, and used my dwindling $4 for the ride (I now had about $5 left in total). If you’ve never heard of Big Sur, I suggest you search through images of Big Sur on Google. From all of my hiking up and down the west coast, Big Sur was certainly the most spectacular sight to behold.
I had been hiking through Big Sur for about 2 or 3 hours, when I came to a place of road construction. Because the road was closed to one lane, it made it impossible for me to continue hiking while cars were passing through. I stopped to wait. I was standing beside the road, when a streak of blue passed by with two young women in their mid-twenties. As they drove next to me, in their brand new Mustang, the young lady in the passenger yelld “Ya wanna hop in?”
My choice was obvious. I ran to catch up with them, literally “hopped in”, and we drove around the windy roads of magnificient Big Sur.
Like myself, the kind young women who had offered a ride to me didn’t have much of a plan. Eventually, they would make it to Los Angeles, hopefully before that evening to go to a concert in Long Beach. After asking me a couple of times if I were a serial killer, they offered for me to ride the entire way to LA with them, if I would like. Since I always like to go with the flow, that seemed to be where the flow was going.
This past summer I spent two months on the west coast of the USA. I traveled those two months from Los Angeles to the northern Oregon border and back to LA, on a journey that would see many new relationships found, precious moments shared, and an adventure of a lifetime. Luckily for me, adventures of a lifetime are one thing of which I am a wealthy man. I flew to LA from my hometown of Oklahoma City with a one-way plane ticket I managed to land for only $85. The extent of my plan being to land in LA at around 11:15, find a bench in the airport to close my eyes through the dark of night, and begin my journey of the west coast at sunrise. That first night saw no sleep. I layed beneath some chairs in the corner of an airdock waiting room; nearby where some kids apparently in high school were conversing about the three songs which continuously repeated over the airport speakers. Where were they going? Why were these “kids” in an airport at 2 in the morning? These questions would go unanswered. I checked the sunrise time for LA that morning and decided I would go outside about 30 minutes before liftoff! My first steps outside of the airport brought me in front of a bench occupied by two security guards, lending their heroine protection to the airport guests. What painstaking work it must be to secure an airport at 4am with 4 guests who inhabit an airport at that time. I’m curious if cigarettes are provided to give security guards enough activity at that time? Anyways; I gave a moment to thought of my direction on which to embark… North.