I passed a homeless man today. His face was wracked in pain, body rocking back and forth, eyes clenched shut. A dirty sign lay forgotten on the ground: "very hungry".

This man was once a child, with parents and friends and dreams and birthday parties and maybe siblings he'd get in arguments with and snow days he'd hope for.

And now he's just hurting.

And now I can't help him without abandoning others. So he's still hurting. Right now.

Reality is still allowed to make this happen. This is wrong. This has to change.