One of those times where you see a man who doesn’t look like he’s been homeless for long. Said he’s going through a rough time right now and needed a bus pass. I gave him that and walked away thinking, my job is done. But as I walked away and hopped on the train I couldn’t help but think of how much more I could’ve done. How I could’ve paid for a night’s stay at the nearest hotel, or even pay for a meal in case he was hungry, or even ask how he got to where he was and lend an ear to listen and to make him feel not like a charity case but like a human being just like me. How could I be so cold and heartless? If that were me in his shoes, I’d want someone to show a genuine concern for me and not judge me just because I’m asking for money. I wish that I did more. I hope that he knows there’s a God out there who loves Him and cares for Him… I wish I could’ve emulated that more. Kicking myself. Next time.