Example on billion of me not grasping how expensive it is to be poor. Struggling neighbor gets out of jail after a nonviolent misdemeanor. All his tools stolen from his camp. No sleeping gear. Has some work but needs tools. Tools I got. Not used cuz, well, I’m not handy....

So I put together a make-shift tool kit with a real sturdy bag from my time in Baghdad and other stuff. But then he says he can’t keep them cuz they’ll just be stolen every time he goes to the store. Or bath room. Has no secure storage. No privacy to speak of....

So we come up with this: Every morning we’re gonna meet up and I’ll give Chris his tools for his day work. Then on my way home I’ll pick them up. I’ll be his secure storage. Lesson one billion. There are no little problems when you have no support. And no little acts of justice.

And I don’t post this to show how nice I am cuz I’m not that nice but to show how small things matter. Stuff I constantly don’t realize & I literally try to realize it a lot. My point here is that there are neighbors everywhere struggling. Go help them. Then do it again tomorrow