This is not really fig related and it's ok if you don't read further
.But if you have a couple of minutes read the following few sentences.
I had just finished posting my latest thread, and was feeling down because so many figs were splitting.
As I was walking to my local StarBucks for my daily dose of espresso, I saw one of the saddest sights of my life.
At first I thought it was a student spawled out on the sidewalk going though her stuff ( NYU is nearby) Then I noticed, the bottom half of her outfit was torn and dirty and she had no shoes.
Got closer and it became clear she was homeless
But she had such an incredible look of sweet wounded innocence.
She absolutely glowed. It was surreal. I was nearly in tears.
I felt helpless in front of this person - Someone's Daughter, Someone's Sister -
She was Half my age, and I just wanted to pick her up and bring her- even against her will - to the nearest Hospital or shelter.
I offered her some help, she refused. .I asked her if was she in trouble, and if I could call someone, she said no.I asked if she needed money, she meekly nodded her head yes.
.I emptied my pockets of whatever cash I had and gave it to her.
Don't know her name, she wouldn't say. Don't know what happened to drive her into the streets, she wouldn't tell me.
When I said " I don't often see such a young homeless person ", she said: " Take a picture, the memory will last longer "
These are those pictures.
As I waked away, I flagged down a Police Car and told the officers about her.
They said they would speak to her.
As I continued walking away I could see them talking to her and see her smiling that haunting smile.
i went back an hour later, just to see. But she was gone.
Sorry, for the long post.
The point I was/am trying to make is I feel so guilty now for feeling down because of some splitting figs.
Maybe I could/should have done more?
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