Today I ran into a guy that couldn’t have been much older than myself. Though, who knows. If I’ve learned anything thus far it is that these city streets can harden the kindest soul and soften the toughest man; Looks are deceiving.
I asked him to make a trade with me – a photo for $2.
What captured my attention of this young man was mainly the first three words on his cardboard sign. “I am tired.” Because if nothing else, he looks exhausted. We, look exhausted.
This boy is tired of struggling while other, less than deserving, individuals prosper.
I’m tired of being encouraged to fight my battles, and having them be all for not.
What are you tired of?