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The Encounter with a Homeless Person that Shook Me to My Core

We are born knowing compassion, but somewhere along the way we forget it makes us human

9 min readSep 27, 2020

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I’m part of a large group of good friends who meet for dinner every month or so; as there’s so many of us it’s sometimes a bit of a job finding a day when everyone’s free, and that’s before the headache of finding a place everyone actually wants to eat.

I’m happy to go with the flow, but my personal preference seems to gravitate toward the simpler end of the spectrum. Give me a burger, a cheeky Nando’s or a pizza anyday and I’m happy.

The dinner was organised for a Wednesday at a fancy-ish restaurant in Central London. The type of place where prices are around 1.5 times higher and portion sizes around 30% less than average.

I’ll happily eat at these places if it makes it easier for the group, but truth be told, due in part to my monstrous appetite, I don’t much enjoy them. With a couple of exceptions, I rarely find the food to be much better than standard and usually the portion sizes aren’t big enough to satisfy me.

I loved reading this. I felt every written word. I have been in a similar situation like you many times, and, I am sad to say, I have done nothing to help. You seem like a good guy that will be willing to do more. You are right about many things; one of them being that humanity may have lost its love for others.

Really puts into perspective how most of us regard the homeless community as an untouchable breed of human that scares us and that ‘deserve to be on the streets’. We need to consider the pain that these people feel day to day before we completely neglect them