I met a bum on the E train in NYC.
He was homeless, broke, hungry, and worst of all, he stank. His name was Dan.
Dan contemplated suicide a lot & one day finally started writing a suicide letter.
But on that particular day, Dan said that something was different. The weather was sunny and some guy actually bought him coffee.
Dan said, "so I'm sitting on my cardboard, writing my suicide note, with a Starbucks coffee that this guy just gave me, thinking how ironic it must've looked, and man, it made me laugh."
He looked at his fancy coffee and realized that he was thankful for it.
He looked up at the sky and saw that it was a sunny day, that it could've been raining, but it wasn't---and he was thankful for that too. Maybe after drinking his fancy coffee, he could use the cup as a coin cup, maybe get money for a donut, perhaps?
Then at the end of our conversation he said, "…I had that pencil to write my suicide note; but I also had the eraser when you flip it over. And I used it, too, to erase that letter. And yeah, you could say I'm thankful for that too."
