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Living as I do in the city, I see homeless people everywhere. They are the outcasts of society. At least a couple times a week I will be approached by one asking for change or help. I learned to be wary of the ones at the street corners as I gave one such person a dollar one day and then watched him go walk to his Lexus and drive away.



Now, when I have the extra time or money I will stop somewhere on my way home and a couple times a week, the homeless that I have decided really are homeless will get a bag from McDonalds or wherever I happen to pass by. I feed the hungry, I do not give money anymore. I know that some of these people lost everything because they are happy being high and just want to continue to chase it to numb their pain. I have sadness in my heart for these people, for they are weak. What happened to them?



I learned that it is good a long time ago that if you have something, you should give to others that have nothing. I don't expect anything back in return. I never grew up with anything. My clothes were always hand-me-downs and I was lucky to have a bike. I never thought I was poor though. I was happy with what I had and glad to share with others. It has made me who I am today.



One day, about 5 years ago, jobs were very hard to come by in this city. People were losing their jobs everywhere. I even lost mine. I will never forget the day I saw instead of a ragged, broken down soul; a beautiful woman dressed up in a business suit even though it was at least 100 degrees outside. She held up a sign that said "Please...Take my resume'" She asked for nothing except for someone to look at her qualifications and perhaps hire her for work. It made me wonder if she had children at home...was she like me? A single mother? I realized that she did something that I would have done. Rather than ask for random money from people, I would have asked for a chance from people.



I don't know why this memory popped into my head now, but there must be some merit behind it...therefore I decided to let in live on this page. I hope that someone who reads it may benefit from it.

My thought provoking question for the day...



If one is to say that he or she is a vampire and another is to say that he or she is human, how do we really know that we are human? How do we really know what or who we are? Just because I was born and went to school and was told that I was a human being? What about those of us out there that are neither?



I believe that we can be anything. I do not believe something because someone tells me it so. Where is the proof?



We all have a soul, but what if it's not the soul we were born with? What if we lived before? Some are young and speak with the fortitude of a person who is old. Are these the souls that lived in another lifetime and managed to bring something to their new lifetime with them? If so, how can we not be centuries old? How could we not have just been re-born anew? Hence, who is to say the centuries old vampire does not exist? Who is to say that I have not lived for hundreds of years already and just have no memory of it except for what comes to me at night in my dreams?



Does anybody have the answer?