Walking to work today I discovered how I’ve become immune to homelessness living in the city. A younger guy wearing a hooded sweater and unshaven face walked toward me this morning. Before he even spoke I was about to say “Sorry, I don’t have change”, as my default response to the many panhandlers I encounter every day. But I didn’t say anything and he asked me if I knew where Spadina street was. Good thing I didn’t respond before the question was asked.
I’ve realized that every person deserves the benefit of the doubt.