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Today I went with some like-minded people downtown to pass out sandwiches. A group of us went to N. Avenue under the bridge where some of the homeless stay. We just spent some time talking with and getting to know our new friends. I wasn't emotionally moved really, except when Clarence, one of the men who stayed there, shared the story of how his son died. Talking to him was just like talking to anyone else. But why have I been so blind for so long. I went to D.C. a few years back to help with the homeless for a week. It was a pretty "cool" experience, but what does that even mean? I don't know. I do know that I want to help people more. I want to use what I have to make a difference. I want to be like Christ...