My commute to work takes me through (what I consider) the southern border to downtown ATL. Normally I cruise to work - other fly past me - and laugh at everyone headed north. Sitting still, moving at 5 miles per hour. Sometimes there is payback (like my trips home on baseball game days), but rarely in the morning. Today was different...I had to call in to say I would be late (I'm normally around 10 minutes early). From what I could tell someone flipped their car on our ramp onto "the connector" (learning the lingo). Usually I drive this thinking about breakfast. Why? Because every morning I see people waking up from sleeping under the bridges. This is new - they weren't there over the summer. Seriously it's like Labor Day happened and a whole community sprang up. I wonder where they were before. I see them clumped together like neighbors or families or small communitites. I think about bringing bags of breakfast foods or sandwiches.
Today I chuckled as a few of them woke up early...and sat with signs for the traffic that wasn't moving. One man was sitting on a crate and waving and smiling at everyone. Another man just held up a sign. A few were still sleeping and some just beginning to rise for the day. I drove away wondering how many people rolled down their window to share with these guys...and how many will think about them throughout their day.
Today I chuckled as a few of them woke up early...and sat with signs for the traffic that wasn't moving. One man was sitting on a crate and waving and smiling at everyone. Another man just held up a sign. A few were still sleeping and some just beginning to rise for the day. I drove away wondering how many people rolled down their window to share with these guys...and how many will think about them throughout their day.
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