Oh God I feel it and hear it in my heart, blood, bones. I had a somewhat similar call in Manhattan one winter evening afer rehearsal. A young black woman stood by the 72 St subway stairs. With desperation in her voice, she begged anyone for fare. One fare. I gave her the change I had - 75 cents, not enough for the full fare. I felt heartsick. I could've given more. I wish I had now. But all i had was a $10. And I was also hungry and not flush. I still regret it. Somewhere, I hope she got to where she was going.
I keep changing the words even after I've posted it. Wondering how long that will go on! xox
maybe as long as the pleas for help are still calling. the response is alive and changing just like the calls
Oh God I feel it and hear it in my heart, blood, bones. I had a somewhat similar call in Manhattan one winter evening afer rehearsal. A young black woman stood by the 72 St subway stairs. With desperation in her voice, she begged anyone for fare. One fare. I gave her the change I had - 75 cents, not enough for the full fare. I felt heartsick. I could've given more. I wish I had now. But all i had was a $10. And I was also hungry and not flush. I still regret it. Somewhere, I hope she got to where she was going.
I feel his plea. You did something by sharing and remembering. May there be mercy.