I suck. I admit it. I'm selfish and the world is all about me when it should be all about you, and you, and sometimes, yes, you. And today was another example of me being the me I don't want to be.
I had lunch at Lola Gaspar in Downtown Santa Ana and went back to my car to check emails and hot, dirty texts (my favorite) and was running madly through the 32 emails that came through from the moment I tasted honeycomb butter with my tortilla til opening the car door when it happened. It. You know? The moment when you realize you are a selfish bastard.
I looked over not more than ten feet away and a homeless woman was going through a trash bin looking for things that a homeless person looks for to get through their day. That. That moment. That visual should have been the first thing my eyes gravitated to when I arrived at my car.
It wasn't. That makes me Friday sad and a little pre-sad for Tuesday. With my limited Spanish which is even rockier when I feel like an ass, I asked her if she would like a jacket as I reached into the trunk of my car.
She held the jacket up and asked, "Is this for woman?" I smiled, nodded and realized even when you're homeless, especially when you're homeless you need to have choices when everything else seems so out of control.
Step away from the emails and the work and the head being buried in content over compassion every once in awhile. I'd venture to say I already had my Friday Happy Hour.
Much love this fine Friday-day,