This morning I rode down to Starbucks to grab some iced coffee and read the NYTimes. Has always been one of my favorite ways to start off the weekend. On my ride, while I enjoyed the cool air, birds singing, and owls hooting I noticed something on a bus stop bench. First let me say, it is always funny riding down South Howard on a Saturday or Sunday morning. The parking lots are still full of cars, having been left by people who drank far too much and got rides home or took taxis. But this morning I saw something different. On the bus stop bench a young twenty-something man was passed out. He clearly was not homeless, in his trendy printed t-shirt and designer jeans. Well, at least he had enough sense not to try to drive home, but my heart went out to him. Where were his friends last night? Why hadn't they taken care of him, gotten him home, and made sure he was safe? Where was his community?
After an hour at Starbucks, on my ride home, I passed him again. He was know awake and texting on his phone. Was he wondering what happened? Was he wondering where his community was and why they had left him? Did he even have the awareness yet to know how to get home? I asked him if he was okay and needed anything. He just looked at me, told me he was fine, and said he just needed a minute. So I rode home...thinking about community and being thankful for my family, friends, and community. I know I am cared for. And I hope they know how much they are cared for as well. PLC!
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