I was born in the City of Angels and have always lived no more than 35 miles away from it. When some people think about Los Angeles, they usually think about the glitz and glamour; however, there is more to it than the flashing lights, paparazzi, chic places and celebrities.
My first memories of LA are from shopping in the toy district, a few blocks away from skid row, for goody bag stuffers. As we walked through the shops, my parents always made sure that my brother and I stayed close to them because of all the strangers and homeless people around. It was a sad sight: people lying on cardboard boxes in old clothes and no blankets, begging for spare change. Sadly, as I grew-up, this became a normal thing to see every time I went into the city.
Last Christmas day, my family, friends and I drove through the streets around skid row to pass out blankets, water bottles and food to as many people as we could. We did our best to stop on streets where people with disabilities were since they could not make it over to the shelters providing Christmas meals to the homeless. The whole experience was humbling, but there is one thing I will never forget:
I was giving away the last blanket to a man in his mid-30s or 40s, when an older man came to ask me for one; I sadly said there was none left. As I was closing the trunk door, I overheard the younger man ask the older, “How badly do you need this?” There was a silent pause as the two of them exchanged glances. “Here you go man. You need this more than I do,” said the younger.
I realized at that point as I was trying to hold back tears that something needed to be done immediately.
Mayor Villaraigosa, YOU NEED TO ACT NOW and HELP THESE POOR PEOPLE OFF THE STREETS!
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