Justin, Buddy...and the joy of good karma

Sometimes I need to be reminded of how fortunate I am. As I walked down Polk Street today, I recognized my friend Justin about a block ahead of me. I wish him well, as he is not having the best of luck these days. I've admired him because I thought he had it so together at such a young age, he seems like a resilient young man. I wish him the best and only send positive thoughts out. At my age, I am beginning to use the wisdom I've learned over these years.
Further down the way, as I'm walking on Cedar Alley, between Polk and Larkin Streets, I see someone lying on the sidewalk wrapped in a blanket. I don't think much of this except, as I cross the alley, I catch a glimpse of his eyes. I ask, "Are you alright?" He nods, I then pull out a $20 bill, saying, "Here, take it, I'm fortunate enough, after he thanked me, I start to say, "I don't why, I did it, but I'm a lucky person." I finally ask him his name...Buddy. We introduced ourselves, and I go on about how fortunate I am. Buddy tells me he's a methadone addict and I realize he doesn't have it so great. I tell him not to ever lose hope. With all the issues that have come up in my life as a result of my past, I needed to be reminded of how fortunate I am. I am grateful to Buddy for teaching me a lesson in a gentle manner. My most positive wishes for you, Buddy.