This morning, while busking at the Courthouse metro in Arlington, VA, I had a homeless guy give me a dollar.
Now, I’ve had this internal struggle before. “Am I worth this?” “Do I deserve this?”, “is this fair?” and “what makes me so fucking special??”. And then I get emails, texts, tweets, and hugs from strangers thanking me for what I do.
This morning was no different.
Believe me, I tried to give it back – but upon talking with the gentleman, I realized that giving it back would have been the most unfair.
He was giving me a gift, in return for what I was giving him. And what was that, exactly?
“Your music makes me calm”, he said. “It makes me feel normal… like everything is okay, and is going to BE okay. You’re blessed with a gift, and I’m blessed that you’ve shared it with me”.
Then he gave me a high five, and walked off.