The important part of the story.

At this point, I am working on my fifth rewrite of this particular post.

It started with me being at the library again today seeking a respite from the heat (it was 104 degrees) but also hoping to run into Willie (in the wheelchair) and continuing my conversation with him. I did in fact see Willie and my subsequent conversation has clarified my thinking a bit and my initial intent for this particular post was to go into detail about that, Simply put, it's not about me - and the story that I choose to use to solicit funds shouldn't be about me either. And this post was going to concentrate on that - how the story was going to change. But even that would be making it about me - which is something I want to repudiate.

As I was finishing my conversation with Willie, I caught sight of a woman entering the library. A year ago, I wouldn't have even noticed her, whereas now, my mind instantly noted all the details that prompted me to categorize her as homeless. The fact that I now possess this awareness deserves a dedicated post of its own. But what is most remarkable about this particular event is how I was affected by the facial expression that I'd characterize as a mixture of sadness, apprehension & fear and the empathy in my own response. And in that moment, it hit me, though it's taken me hours to come up with the words; it's about the people out there who are in need and the kind of good that can be done.

So I'm going to rewrite the description to make it about the people I'm helping. If my story comes to light, it will be because someone else feels that the story is worth sharing.