An Open Letter to the Man Who Walks Down Washington

Dear sir,

Invariably as I drive to work in the mornings, I find you walking on the sidewalk of the street that I take, and I notice that your clothes are slightly dirty and disheveled. It is evident that you make a whole-hearted attempt to appear presentable, but it is also evident that you may not have the means to pull that task off.

Further, I notice that you are always walking. I never see you waiting for a bus, or even really just standing there. You are perpetually moving.

Based primarily on the first observation above, I suspect that you are either homeless or else, live in a place that is very inexpensive where the landlords treat you like dirt.

Why do I bring you up? The answer is that despite what I imagine your circumstances to be, I find that you are always smiling. It would appear that you are finding joy in the, perhaps, little that is afforded to you by your present lot in life.

Sir, I like your style, and, though I suspect that you will likely never read this, you are a little part in what keeps me going day after day. If you can be apparently happy and content in your life, than I certainly should be able to be in my own.

Thank you, sir, for smiling.

Yours truly,
AC