It was rainy, cold and windy. Just beyond the entrance, well-sheltered from the elements, a homeless person was still asleep in his sleeping bag beside the wall. It was the same young person I saw sleeping outside on the bench beside the bus stop a few weeks ago.
A handwritten cardboard sign propped up beside him said that he was homeless, didn’t have a job and needed money to live. You never can tell about homeless people, unless you know their story. I don’t know his, and I don’t feel comfortable having taken his picture, but I was struck by the items that had been placed beside his sign. Someone, or perhaps several people, had left him breakfast : a coffee, two items from the bakery just a few steps away, and a mandarine. There was also a yellow package from the post office. I’m not sure what that was about or what might have been inside.
I often have mixed feelings when I see homeless people like that, but compassion is a big part of the mix. It made me feel good to see the caring of others, also strangers to me, who felt compassion too.
I wonder though, is this scene a common one? Do strangers buy breakfast for homeless people in other cities of the world? Or do they just walk on by?