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I met with Eric last night at Lux http://luxcoffee.com/ to work on The Shutter Release Project II.

First of all, I had the best tacos and chocolate cake at Lux. It really is a fun and relaxing place to hang out.

As for The Shutter Release, we got a lot accomplished - it's going to be a great event!


On the way home I stopped at a Walgreen's in a seedy area - I was approached by a well dressed homeless lady. She asked me for money to eat so I offered to take her to McDonald's across the street.

She said, " I can't go there because they're racist against homeless people." She then said to me, " I know I don't look homeless, but just because you're homeless doesn't mean you have to look poor."

I kept walking to my car trying to end the conversation, but she wasn't going to have it. She was too close for comfort - in my bubble. I finally pulled out a dollar that was in the bottom of my purse and handed it to her. She said, " Is that all you got, don't you have change in your purse?" Give me a break!

I told her you're lucky to get a dollar because I never carry cash. She started peeking in the car as I opened the door asking if there was change in there. When I told her no there wasn't any she wanted to know why I don't carry change.

I finally said, " I save my change at my house for vacation and use a debit card so I never carry cash."

"Oh, " was her response as she thanked me and walked away FINALLY!

This woman needs to get off the streets and be in sales - she's definitely a closer.

I never give money but always offer to purchase food when I'm approached. I'm not sure if it was her not going to give up that led me to hand over a dollar or God, but in my heart I felt that I needed to give her something.


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