If anything is karma, this is

(I know unheard of, but two today.) Negative people, hang out with negative people, and they just feed off each other. Of course you are going to feel like shit if all you talk about is how shitty your life is. I actually witnessed two people today like arguing over whose life was worse. They were exaggerating on the horrors of their lives. Feeding off the negativity. Never once did they stop and consoul each other, try to cheer each other up, no they just kept going, the cloud looming over them kept growing. Not once did either stop and say, it could be worse, we should be grateful. They are able to attend college, they were wearing clothes, they appeared to be well fed, they both had laptops, one of them had an iphone. Yeah, maybe that does not mean they have perfect lives, or even good lives, but it could be worse. This homeless man use to wander around my street back home and he would play basketball with me and my friends, he was always smiling telling us stories of his son that he was not aloud see. He was always optimistic. He always showed us the treasures that he would find on his dumpster exavations, and we would look on with wonder at the magnificant things. We asked him what he did with them and he told us honestly, he pawned them for food and clothes. He would share with us if he ever found something like a basketball or an armchair that would go nice in a clubhouse in the woods. This man who had nothing would share with us his only means of survival, when we were kids with nice warm beds and dinners to go home to every night. We asked him why he did not have a home? He was not offended, by the question and told us of how he once had a home and made a terrible mistake that cost him his job, his home, his family. What became of him? He eventully found a job at the Mcdonalds up the road and a kind neighbor lent him the basement of his home. The kind homeless man lived there and saved up his money, then he moved into his own apartment and fixed a guestroom for his son, who now visits him reguarly. The man ever greatful of the kindness he recieved continues to pay the neighbor who lent him his basement, even though the neighbor refuses the money. The moral of the story? There are people who have it way worse, like my still friend Mike, but with a little optimism and determination THINGS WILL GET BETTER. Suck it up, stop whining, help people who you can help, and get over it.