-fight next to Prospect Park
-homeless man at the seventh avenue subway station that I have seen every time I have been in there for the past 3 years
-a dad yelling at his kid, hitting her
-a mom beating her son on the street
-crowded emergency room- people without healthcare
There is a man that always sits in the seventh avenue train station. In this certain place right near the ninth street exit. He always sits there, sometimes asleep, sometimes awake observing the people that walk speedily past him. He always wears a black coat and a black hat. That man is probably there right at this minute, while I am writing this entry for homework to post on a blog, sitting there. I first saw him when I was 10 years old. It was 7:00. The man was sitting in a corner. He wasn't holding out a cup asking for change, just sitting. As I walked by, I looked at him, and he smiled, a grim, sad smile, then looked back down. Ever since then, I have noticed him every time I pass through the station, wearing the same thing. Sometimes I wonder what he does, if he counts all of the people that pass by him in a day, if he looks for people that passed by earlier when it is late, or if he just waits. Waits for change to come. Not the kind of change that you might drop in a homeless person's cup, the kind of change that could really help a homeless person. Kids run by the man in the subway station that walk past him as adults later.
He he sitting there now, unaware that somewhere, a teenager is writing a homework entry about him. There is one thing that I know that man has: hope.