Wow. I got off the train and pulled my luggage up some stairs. Kiddie corner to Union Train Station is the Ogalvy Center for trains that go to the suburbs. All I had to do was cross the street twice. One across and then one across the other way. Not even a block. I saw a sad looking man in old clothes sitting on his walker seat and my heart grew soft. I felt like crying and stuffed $4.00 into his cup. I believe he was truly homeless and I know it may not be used how Id like, but my heart doesnt let me forget the forgotten. So I didnt. Then, still feeling solemn, i crossed the street. To my surprise another man was waiting for me and he asked me if i had any spare money. Yikes! He must have seen me giving the man across the street money. But I still felt bad for him. I keep most money on my debit card. This man scared me a little. I told him i didnt have anything left but change then gave him the change. I didnt really feel badly about doing it. If he misused it, i meant well. I went into the Metra Building and rode the escalator upstairs. Then in the Metra Station I bought a ticket and sat down on the floor next to others who were waiting for the train I needed to get on. A man came by and asked all of us if we could help him buy a ticket because hr lost his ticket. I was all out of change and didnt believe him so I didnt totally feel bad about shaking my head. Could he not have just gone back to the person he bought his ticket from and explain? I thought of buying him a ticket, but this time I didnt. But I felt bad after he left eith no ticket. Again. So many people out there with no money, drug habits, mental illness, no love, no homes...I am a sap for them as my heart can not stand it. On the way home at least I will be walking across the street during busy work hours. Sometimes I think Im an empath. I cant stand the idea of need in people or animals and try to help the little I can. I see other people not being botherd and wonder how they can just ignore so easily. I wish I could do that and not feel like crying. I have always been this way. Its very extreme. I have to mute humane society commercials and not watch them or adverisements for cries for the destitute. And its not like I am so rich myself!