Don’t Judge The Homeless

I clearly remember the frustration. Things hadn’t worked out the way I had envisaged!

Let me take you to the eighties.

I was studying for a degree in architecture and taking my usual walk through Plymouth city centre. As I walked through an underpass I spotted a homeless man. For some reason that morning I didn’t avert my eyes and march straight pass. Instead I caught his eye and immediately reached into my pocket for some coins. In an instance I gave him a couple.