Another full moon evening....

As I was strolling home (from yoga) on a busy shopping street, I overheard a sad self-muttering of a homeless older gentleman. He was muttering to himself how much his life sucks. My heart broke when I heard that - how very sad for this being. I am feeling guilty for not stopping to offer him something. I hope at least next time I will be more prepared to at least offer him some food. The homeless gentleman may think that his life no longer has meaning but he still make a difference - at least one in me - thanks to him, I am grateful to have food in my tummy, shelter over my head, and love of family and friends.