A friend posted this on FB today:
So yesterday I bought a sandwich for a homeless woman on San Carlos, which she politely refused. I had seen her for years, and had long been wanting to do something nice for her. Today she was murdered. What the fuck is wrong with this world?
I’m so sorry. For every life we marginally touch, I think about the ones we don’t at all. Or worse, the ones we refuse to acknowledge. How often do I tread the sidewalks of Cambridge, averting my eyes from homeless neighbors? It’s my own hypocrisy, no buts about it.
I guess this is where I should say, “Hey man, at least you bought her a sandwich!” as if one act could make her suffering and senseless death worthwhile. It doesn’t. But I think, in whatever little way, you did do something good, and put something pure out into a pretty fucked up world. So I’m glad you shared.