Not too long ago, I saw a woman, a homeless one.
I was on my way home from the store and as I drove toward her, I began to compare her life to mine. Even though I didn't know her past, her present circumstances were clear and easy to judge, so why not, right? I'm 20. I have a supportive, loving family. I have good friends, a beautiful girlfriend, and a decent car. I have goals, dreams, and aspirations. She had nothing but the clothes on her back. “I've got it pretty good,” I thought, “sure glad I'm not her,” and I almost drove by without another look.
Then I noticed something weird.....http://danny-garcia.com/articles/full/6_words/
