02 December 2008

Who is this guy?

There’s this guy that I see from time to time at Starbucks and every time I see him it makes me think. He’s quite ragged looking, disheveled perhaps but has this look of innocence on his face. He sits with his coffee and an old IBM thinkpad. He’s always working on computer code, or that’s what it looks like to me. The black screen with the text based commands, kind of MS DOS like. In the chairs around him and on the floor are his many bags, 3 or 4 at last count. I’m not sure what’s in those bags but all indications based on his appearance point to the possibility that his entire life may be in those bags. I don’t have much, if any, real life experience with homeless people but he fits the stereotype. The thing that intrigues me is this, if he is homeless or going through a rough patch what is doing with a laptop and drinking Starbucks? I’m all for people having equal opportunities to the various perks of life it just seems like such juxtaposition. That also makes me think that maybe money is not the issue but maybe it’s something else. In moments of realizations like that my heart wells up. I want to know more and try to connect with him. (Unfortunately the language barrier holds me back) I want to hear his heart and walk with him through whatever it is that’s bothering him. I haven’t mentioned his feet yet. To be honest, the first time I really took notice of this guy was because of his feet. He doesn’t wear shoes and his feet are calloused, cracked and there are various scabs going up his ankles. It’s all a very weird package but I’m intrigued. The famous cliche of “walk a mile in someone else’s shoes” runs through my mind. I suppose in this case I would have to walk a mile in his feet. Where has he been? Why doesn’t he wear shoes? What’s in those bags? What’s his heart? What’s his Starbucks drink of choice? For now, all i can do is wonder and pray.

1 comment:

Grandpa Steve said...

Interesting questions and considerations.

Homelessness highlights our view of societal norms, doesn't it.
Our need to be comfortable with other peoples differences from us might be our discomfort and not even their discomfort.

Hmm, thoughts to ponder......