A short story...it's a bit heavy, so if that's not your gig, please skip this post...
The other day, I was walking down Hollywood Boulevard about 9am to grab some breakfast when a gentleman stopped me on the sidewalk.
Immediately, I felt for this guy; he was clearly living on the street, and was physically in rough shape. He told me straight out he was a junkie and asked if I had spare change to give him.
We chatted for a bit, and he suddenly stopped, looked me straight in the eye and said, "man, I wish I had your veins". I didn't know how to respond to that, but kept it light and fun and told him he could not have my veins... :) -- for just a moment, I connected with this guy.
Perspective is an interesting thing - my 'veins' are quite normal in size, appearance and content. However, a guy shooting heroin would have a different view.
I asked him to be safe and take care of himself. I hope he discovers the feelings/experiences/thoughts/emotions causing him turn to chemicals to cope with life. After reading up on heroin, I know it is both physically and mentally addictive...... :(
Perspective and empathy are two qualities which would make the world a better place...I hope this guy finds his way.
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