Oh life, what a wonderful changing adventure you are

From Philadelphia septa concourse to Washington DC airport gate...waiting for a flight to Istanbul, Turkey for a layover before final lag to Uganda. The change in scenery over approximately 36 hours will be quite interesting, to say the least

I cant wait to have the experiences which will bring great stories! The last few days on the streets provided great fodder for chuckles, as well as reflection.  A few require stages to dramatically review the story.. others are held close, to be pondered.. while a couple deserve to be shared

Historically I feel uncomfortable with being taken care of by others, preferring to carry my own bags and walk through the streets alone. But in the last few days, I've been essentially accompanied by "body guards" at all times, while in the concourse and city.  Although I appreciate the concern, it certainly isn't my natural stance to accept help.
The chuckle, wink, and grin of a 75 year old man, who calls the street his home, greets me most mornings at work.  He shows me new boots proudly, "theyre almost like slippers" .. with a slight quick step dance to demonstrate. Saying farewell, he made me promise to take care of myself and return quickly.

A man taking pictures with his smart phone in center city one brisk Sunday morning..the subject of photograph is not the liberty bell or love park, but a man laying on the sidewalk. His head is lifted awkwardly off the ground, eyes closed and mouth open...part of his body covers a grate, to gather warmth.. the steam rising spend him creates a surreal scene. An ambulance is beckoned, but the concern of others surrounds capturing the scene on camera.

As many stories as I can tell about people taking care of me, I can tell 10 times as many of instances where people are seemingly abandoned and alone in the world. Reasons may abound and responsibility needs to be accepted on levels, but for those who sleep alone on a cold concrete floor or wander aimlessly without resting place...I can't help but wonder, demand, ask where and when their personal body guards or coffee mates or supporters got separated.

Curled up on an airport chair, listening to the penguins hockey game, I feel a wonderful mixture of emotions - enough sadness to give wisdom, empathy, care...but enough hope to bring joy and brighten.

May this part of the adventure be enlightening