the story of an orange and apple.

Each day I grab an extra orange and apple at lunch.

But the extras aren't for me.

Instead they're for someone who doesn't even HAVE an option to choose an orange over an apple.

New York City is acknowledged as this powerful city where everything is possible, and everyone is shopping big on 5 Ave on music videos. Although the most lucrative industries are placed here, we often overlook the possibility of others not having the possibilities handed to them.

I'm overwhelmed by the vast distinction of social classes in this city of opportunity.

Each day I pass at least one homeless and remind myself of this irony.

I place this orange or apple in their hands and I receive the most simplest remark "thank you" with a beautiful smile that always makes my day.

While giving the fruits, I give hope.

Hope to let them know they are not alone...

                  to let them know that someone does care...

                                to let them know their existence is important to me..

                          to let them know that they are not overlooked...

                                to let them know that someone looks out for them...

 

YET...when I see that people do community service just for colleges and to graduate I get disgusted because they're not giving real hope, just fake service- service they were mandated to do, and mandated to represent a beautiful image of themselves for schools.

community service isn't community service when you're doing it for hours. Instead its what you do when you're not required to. My selflessness is greater than hours therefore I've completed more "service" than others who claim they have.

photos byWeingart Homeless Center