so this past week, on a particularly longass day, we were on a train, and a bum, well, bumrushed us. and we thought well this is great, just great. he's gonna like knife us or pull out a gun or something. like our day wasn't sheety enough to begin with. but instead he began a pseudo-president's address, bum-style:
"hello my fellow passengers on this here train.
i am askin' you to help me out. i am not a bad man.
i am a good man. i would do anything for anyone.
i got no one lookin' out for me and i'm not even
gonna have a christmas this year. please, will
you help me. please. please will you help me?
i'm getting down on my knees. please. i am
the most beautifullest person on this planet
i would help anybody. please."
then he got down on his knees right next to our train seat. our anxiety skyrocketed as we sat comfortably in our warm winter coat. his was tattered. our ipod on, tunes playing. he carried a plastic bag of belongings. our shopping bags surrounded us. a stench surrounded him.
so we handed him a five. he took it with his one free hand, the other was stuffed with several unlucky lottery tickets.
so maybe he was going to buy more lottery tickets. maybe he was going to buy more of his DOC. heck maybe he was going straight to the bank to deposit it into his savings account. all we know is that every once in a while whether it's provoked by fear or some random bout of civilian concern, we can't help but help a beggin' bum out. and a little part of us always thinks that somewhere along the line- that was somebody's baby. somebody's cousin. somebody's friend. and that thought burns a hole in our heart. so we spare when we can. and along the way we occasionally run into some interesting folks. like The Most Beautifullest Person In The World! who knew he'd be on a train on the south side of chicago? cool.