I saw a homeless man out on the promenade. He was using a signboard to clean sand off the path. Sand that had blown there over night. I sat and watched him for twenty minutes.

A seagull pooped on me! A dog came and brought me a ball. Many people walked past. With babies and children. People on holiday. People going for a run.

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But nobody stopped.

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I think maybe some people looked in the direction I was looking. At this man doing his good work.

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I was not brave enough to approach this man. But I saw him. I watched him. And I sat with him.

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I did not want more than that today.

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When I got home anxiety took me by storm. I wanted to go and buy this man a spade, just to see what would happen. And some water. And food. And yet I didn’t.

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I sat and wrote this instead. And the anxiety leaves me slightly.

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This man scares me. My thoughts of everything that is wrong in the world scare me.

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My own possibilities and failure to act scares me.

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But I saw, I stayed for a while, and I sat.

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Who knows what this man wants? Maybe to be left alone? Maybe to be noticed by a stranger? Money? Food? Honest work? Clothing?

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Does he have a family?

Is he a good man, or a dangerous man?

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It was hard to sit there and watch this man shovel dirt with a cardboard sign, an ‘elections’ sign of all things! It was hard to watch everyone, including myself, doing nothing about it.

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If you open you eyes and look. ..

You see stuff.

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-TJ

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