Let me preface this by saying that I never give money to homeless people… not because I’m a jerk (I try to pay it forward whenever possible), but because I expect that in most cases the money goes straight to their drug habit and I won’t support/enable that. I’ve also been duped e.g., the guy sitting in a wheelchair in La Jolla that stood up and walked his wheelchair away when he was done asking for money as a disabled person.
So today, as I was walking into Whole Foods with my 6 month old, I struck up a conversation with a homeless veteran. I decided it was time to do something outside my comfort zone, for the sake of Blake and this incredibly positive movement. I offered to buy this man lunch, and got him a sandwich, drink, and brownie (because who doesn’t want a sweet after their meal!?). As I walked away, I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d try to return it for money, but then I reminded myself that it doesn’t really matter. It’s about acts of love and kindness. We need more of them in this world.
Blake, Leah, Rob, Scarlett, Robin, and family: I am thinking about you constantly and will continue to pay it forward and spread love to help cultivate nothing but positivity for Blakies. My love to you all.