Living in Boston (really, being a reporter) has taught me a lot of things–namely things aren’t always what they seem.
Grungy facades say nothing about the miracles happening within building walls.
While people tell the homeless to get a job, some of them can’t read, write or speak English–or even their own language!
When you have to worry about paying for groceries or paying for heat, paying for your child’s school supplies or your electrical bill, maybe recycling and healthy eating aren’t at the top of your list.
I realize now that there is more to the story than the dirty cover–and I try to judge less and understand more as I unwrap the city lives I don’t understand well enough.
But today, I was angry by an act of what I felt was pure selfishness. For all the trash that gets knocked over and spills into the streets, for all the homeless who rummage through garbage hoping for a lucky break, there shouldn’t be careless people who through their empty cigarette containers into the streets because the next trash can is blocks away.
If you can help it (and I sure most people can), stop littering. It’s ruining my walk to work, to the gym, to the bakery and ruining the city. It’s gross.
