What do you know about the place that you live in? Who are the people there? Does it matter? Are you living where you are just for you, or are you there for others too? And what should others know about the place you call home, and why is it important for them to know? If there was one moment to speak to it all, how would it sound?
I wish I could meet all of you. The small business owners, those without shelter, every student in L.A., every car-washer, teacher, car shop repairman, every doctor and nurse, every massage therapist, every antique seller in The City, every magician.
I wish I could meet all the counselors and social workers, all the judges and public attorneys, all the many individuals who work in the non-profit sector of L.A, and more.
I wish I could meet every firefighter, every police officer, every construction worker, and the myriad of other city employees here. I wish I could also meet every security guard, every store clerk, every custodian.
And I wish I could meet all the gas station clerks, all the entrepreneurs, and the rest of the startup community in Los Angeles. I also wish I could meet every city planner, every historian, and of course, every librarian.
I wish I could meet all the janitors, housekeepers, and babysitters in L.A. And I wish I could meet every curator, tour guide, and the rest of the chaperone community here. I wish I could meet every aspiring musician, every bus-driver, every skater, and every yoga instructor, boxer, and personal trainer in town, too.
I also wish I could meet every barista, chef, and parking attendant. And I even wish I could meet all the actors, filmmakers, and screenwriters in L.A. Even all of their lawyers, too.
I wish I could meet every paramedic, mortician, and every therapist in L.A. And I wish I could meet every UPS driver, and every USPS driver, every Fedex person, too, and even every telemarketer, fortune teller, even every Scientologist, too.
Then I wish I could meet every graffiti writer, gardener, and grocery attendant here. And of course I also wish I could meet every author, every photographer, and every painter here, as well as every priest, every journalist, and every fashion designer too.
I definitely wish I could meet all the little ladies selling their tamales, and all the pobladores selling their paletas. And I wish I could meet every taco truck owner; if only there was one on every corner.
I wish we could all meet, really, and that we could just walk together for a moment. We’re already out here together anyway, bumper to bumper, shoulder and shoulder, and yet still occupying such different worlds.
Except that our worlds are not so different. And that meeting each other doesn’t have to be so difficult. All it is is a moment.
One breath, and a guess. Trust in the sky. And fly,
Thank you Los Angeles.