Each day is a gift that should be appreciated. Not everybody has the same lifestyle, the same culture, but everyone has the gift of free will and the gift of life. As I walked home last night, my heart was heavy and it felt like the weight of the world was pulling me down. I had nothing to complain about, in fact, I had a pretty great day. Sure, I could find things to complain about, but all complaining does is waste oxygen. And what room do I have to complain when all my needs are being met? My heart fills heavy with helplessness and the children I see begging on the street is the reason why. I can’t walk away from a child that pulls on my arm begging for spare change or food. I can’t ignore my heart as it bleeds for the begging child. If I have change, I give it to them. If I have food, I give it to them and if I was homeless I would hope for the same thing. I know I am not solving the global problems of homelessness, but I am walking away with a less heavy heart.