Something was pulling at me. I don’t know if it was my guilty conscience of karma catching up to me or trying to bring joy out of random people to lighting the weight of depression off of my shoulders. I felt obligated to give back some how or some way to less fortunate individuals I come across everyday. It was the holiday season of 2014. I gathered up about a dozen pair of work boots I had, packed my trunk and hit the streets. I would usually have about a 15 minute conversation with different individuals. I wanted to get an idea of where there heart and mind was, and for my own selfish curiosity how did they end up in there situation they are in now. Everyone has a story. It was nothing like I every done before, the emotion that I saw from the people I interacted with was so raw and real. A couple of individuals even cried.
The year is now 2017, while walking around shooting I see Ron at the same exact location, reading. It was bittersweet seeing him in good health, but he was still homeless. I asked him if he remembers me and tell him the story of how I gave him a pair of boots. He doesn’t. After showing him the picture I took of him, we talked for about 5 mins about what’s new with one another. I believe your character goes a long way by how you treat someone when no one else is looking.