I am thankful for my education. I often complain about the ridiculous amount of student loan debt that I have. I still cringe when I see the envelope arrive in the mail. Every now and then, with a clear head I can be thankful for it. It means I’ve been able to go to school. A privilege some people will never get.
Last night I went out into the city with a friend. As we got off the train and made our way up the dirty steps, we passed several homeless men sleeping on the landing of the stairs. We took a quick look, shared a sad glance and made our way onto the street.
Halfway to our destination another homeless man stopped us and asked for money. Now this breaks my heart a little every time because as much as I want to give, I know it will likely fund whatever bad habit that got them on the street in the first place.
As I reluctantly explained that I had only a debit card, he looked at me again and said “how about a coffee?” Now that I could do! So we walked to the nearest 711 and $1.79 later he walked out with a smile on his face and a large coffee in hand.
Recently, I’ve been a bit obsessed with the idea of moving out of my parents house and saving to buy a house of my own. Last night reminded me not only to be thankful for a warm place to go home to every night but a warm place that is filled with people who love me. People who will share a coffee with me any day of the week.