I was sitting in the park when I overheard this kid talking on the phone leaving a message on his mom’s answering machine. He said, “Mom, I know we haven’t talked in awhile but I’m homeless and I really need some help. I’ve been trying to make it work but I’m really tired of living on the street. The kids out here are mean. I’ll try to call Aunt Jackie to see if I can stay with her for awhile…and I need an address to get my social security check sent to. Please…help me.”

When he got off the phone I asked him, “How long have you been on the street?”

“About two months.”

“And how’d you end up there?”

“Well…I came out here for art school to study film and then had trouble making money, this place is so expensive. Before I knew it I was out here.”

I asked to take his picture and then looked in my bag. I’d brought an orange and a salad to eat. I gave him the orange and a hug and told him I hoped it all worked out for him. I wanted to save the salad for myself because I was hungry too. Then as he walked away I felt a strong wave of energy moving thru me. I called him back over and gave him the salad. He needed it more than I did.