There is a beauty that I see in the people I work with and that we...collectively ...try to help...as I now drive around the city utilizing WIC checks donated by those that need it...to buy things for the movement...and others..I have a partner in this...she's rough and rugged...an old 31..aged on the streets...but inside is a heart of our gold...so when she isn't looking I shed tears equal parts of joy and sadness...joy because in her I see hope and beauty and compassion ...and sadness because I also see the pain and the anger and a city that has hurt her and a system that has forced her to be something she would rather not be...but she won't be beaten down...and she is just one of many...and I love her...and I love so many of the people here ...not "hey man...I love you bro" love...true, from the heart love...
“Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.” - Jack Kerouac
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