Homeless

The other day, as I was walking around downtown, I saw a homeless man crying as he passed me by. I didn't say anything. A few minutes later, as I was walking out of the library, he was coming down the escalator and he was shouting every bad word possible. Just as he was passing me by, he looked me in my eyes, I looked at him, and he said, "I love you man." There was love in his voice; I believed him. So silly, but I felt loved.

I thought of him yesterday when I walked by a homeless woman and she smiled a big smile. I smiled back. These little gifts do some big things.

The piece here is titled "Home #2." It is from my "Evolution" series and it's inspired by a piece a did many years ago while living in NYC. There was one day in life when I had nowhere to go; I was homeless. I remember walking around that day not knowing where I was going to sleep that night. It was the strangest feeling in the world. Without my bosses knowing, I laid out some carboard boxes and slept on the floor of the showroom.

As you go out today, may you feel the love and share it. Home is everywhere you go.