A Knock At The Door...And A Gift

I was cleaning the apartment here in Vall d'Bronx earlier today when I heard a knock at the door. I figured it was either someone selling something or the landlord stopping by unannounced, both of which happen quite a bit. Nope. This time it was different.

At the door was a mid-fifties gentleman who said he was unemployed and that he needed some money. The guy wasn't sketchy or anything; he was just someone who seemed to be suffering from Spain's unfortunate high unemployment rate, which is currently running over 21% percent. Just like in the U.S., that number doesn't really represent what's going on as I know more than a couple of people who have stopped looking or are underemployed. You may have seen something about the protests that are happening at Plaza Catalunya here in Barcelona and at the Puerta del Sol over in Madrid. Many of the people there, just like the guy at my door, have reached the end of their options and just don't know what to do. They've gotten desperate.

Today a guy knocked on my door and left me a gift. That gift is that I'm grateful for what I have and thankful that I have the opportunity live each day to the fullest. I will take advantage of all that life has to offer and to live each day like it's my last. I do it for myself, for those who can't, and especially for those who have chosen not to. Thank you and good luck Mr. Random Guy who stopped by.