Friday a smiling faced young man with a face full of prison tat letters asked me for a light upon arrival into LA. I regretfully couldn't help him out. He then asked me if I was homeless, in that wording 'homeless', probably because I had backpack. I can't lie, I had to say yes technically. He offered condolences to me for my situation. I assured him it was a choice and not a bad one, that at the end of most days I'm very contented. He looked at me quizzically then shared that he had just been released from county lockup and been to see his lady. They were going to get a place together and his cards were all falling into place. He was the ray of sunshine in that dreary day, jet lagged and weary from the fast life of the previous days.There are happy people wanting to share everywhere. That's why I do this, why the shoestring budget can feel like the good life most days, why sleep deprived, flea bitten and mad hungry I can still smile ten times harder than I ever could back in high school. That's what this industry is about for me. Teaching ecology is about life and that cannot be sectioned into nice little chapters. Its now, then, what's around the corner. And we only know a fraction of those answers..so lets get to digging.
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