Wednesday, April 9th, 2014
Today, I’m thankful for the home I live in and the means to support that home. I’m thankful to have woken up in a cozy bed, with a roof over my head, and a warm blanket keeping me comfortable.
Yesterday, I took advantage of a nice day and parked in a free parking lot and walked to a few appointments. As I walked through a large underpass, I saw a row of mattresses with bags of clothes and blankets piled on them. Underneath that Philly city highway, a family makes a home out of nearly nothing.
Next time that I complain about not having enough space in my home or feel envy towards someone else’s means, I will try to remember to put it in perspective and spend my time praying for that family under the Vine Street Expressway instead of complaining about my wants.
Thursday, January 9th, 2014
These past two days, I am thankful to have Philadelphia, my favorite city in the world. I am thankful that I’ve had the chance to once again spend my days driving through the city, meeting the city’s people, and being part of the city’s vibrant life.
Also, I’m thankful for Atom & His Package… sorry Brooke, but I love him.
Friday, November 15th, 2013
I belong to a gym. This gym is in a nice area in a nice town. This gym is pretty affordable. The folks there are pretty nice. The folks there are pretty middle class. The folks there are pretty white.
I live in a nice area of a nice town. I value affordability. I am pretty nice. I am pretty middle class. I am, in fact, quite white.
That said… I’m a little bit different…
I submitted my paperwork to quit a few weeks ago. Not because I’m different, but because Planet Fitness fits my schedule and my routine a lot better. When I was asked by the guy at the front desk why I was going to leave I told him just that, then the conversation went a bit like this:
“Oh, Planet Fitness. You know the closest one is in Souderton, right?”
“Yeah, but I join the Black Card and use all the different locations. I work in Philly most of the time.”
“Aren’t most of the Philly gyms they have in bad neighborhoods?”
“I guess. Some are, some aren’t.”
“I was reading about how homeless people are joining because for just $10 per month they can get access to showers and 24 hour shelter.”
“Oh wow. Yeah, that makes sense. That’s really cool.”
“Well, I’m not sure if it’s cool. It’s horrible for business. I couldn’t imagine dirty, smelly guys walking around my gym.”
“So… where do I sign?”
Saturday, June 1st, 2013
Philadelphia’s park system is awesome…
Sadly, I experienced that not every park, however, fits the mold of what the Fairmount Park system is supposed to look like.
Tacony Creek Park borders a few neighborhoods, some pretty nice, some not so nice. Sadly, the other day when I decided to stop for a run, the park mirrored the worst of those neighborhoods.
The trails were unkept and there was trash everywhere. Cigarettes, 40s, and liquor bottles were mixed in with trash of all shapes and sizes. The appearance of the park somehow convinced my mind that I was unsafe (perhaps I was and perhaps it was just an illusion) and after less than 10 minutes, I turned around and went back to the car.