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, and every student in L.A. And I wish I could meet every car-washer, teacher, and car shop repairman.
I also wish I could meet every doctor and nurse, and every massage therapist, and every antique seller in The City. And I wish I could meet all the counselors, social workers, and other non-profiters in town. I wish I could meet every firefighter, police officer, construction worker, and every other city employee under the sun. And I wish I could meet each security guard, electrician, and real estate agent.
I wish I could meet all the gas station clerks, all the entrepreneurs, and the rest of the startup community in Los Angeles. And I wish I could meet every city planner, historian, and librarian.
I also wish I could meet all the janitors, house cleaners, and babysitters out there. And I wish I could meet every curator, tour guide, and the rest of the chaperone community. I wish I could meet every aspiring musician, bus-driver, and skater, and I wish I could meet every yoga instructor, boxer, and personal trainer in town.
I 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., and even their lawyers.
I also wish I could meet every graffiti artist, gardener, and grocery attendant here. I wish I could meet every author, photographer, and painter. And I wish I could meet all the priests, and journalists, and dioceses.
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 I could meet every paramedic, mortician, and therapist in L.A. And I wish I could meet every usher, UPS driver, and Fedex person. I even wish I could meet every telemarketer, and fortune teller, and even every Scientologist around.
I wish we could all meet, and just walk together for a moment. We are out here together, bumper to bumper, and shoulder and shoulder, and yet occupying radically different worlds.
Except that our worlds aren’t 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