I am exhausted. I just welcomed myself back to the gym. I haven’t worked out in a gym in months. It was tough but fun to go back. I am one of those folks who actually likes working out in the gym. It is a great place to collect some of my thoughts. And push out the negative stuff. As I walk out I get this feeling of overwhelming joy. I start crying a little. I feel like I have been lost for some time…and now I am pointing the ship home. What have I done to myself? To be diagnosed with Diabetes I have made myself a statistic. 26 Million people are living with diabetes in America alone. 26 million and 1. I have destroyed my health. And now I am picking up the pieces and finding my way home. Sanctuary. As I enter the BART station there is a man sitting on a crate. His hair is all tangled…he smells pretty awful. He is in far worse shape than me. I know. I take out my wallet. Unload all I have left into his cup….It is about 6 dollars and change. I really can’t afford to give this away but I do anyway. I am stretching myself to give today, holding the belief that it is simply the right thing to do. Like going to the gym and taking care of myself. I am glad I am finding my way back to being healthy. I hope this bit of money really helps this guy. He says thanks and I can barely hear him through my headphones. I smile back. Maybe I should stop and talk and be more present….but I don’t. I head for my train. And home.
Today is pretty simple. Pigeons. Awe yes. We love em….we hate em. But they are there. I wish I could help the homeless more. Maybe I will look into volunteering. I would like to make a big mural for the world to see homeless people as people that need help. People that are lost. People that are people. Pigeons are the same birds as doves….yet we think of pigeons as gross birds that are worthless. Not birds but annoying rats with wings. We sometimes do this to people. But we are all people….doves and pigeons.