It's 3 AM...

The Starlight Coast train LA to Seattle was an hour late, so the station stayed open until 1:15am. I hoped that they would, as the majority of people were families with young children and the elderly. We aren't the only ones waiting for the early morning train, but we are the only ones not complaining about waiting outside for a few hours. It is very pleasant out, with a nice breeze, and a beautiful full moon. A few raindrops fell, and the gentleman sitting across from us was worried about a "down pour." There weren't even enough drops to dot the brick patio our benches are placed on. There are plenty of areas to get underneath, if really necessary.

We didn't have to wait out front, for which I am thankful for. We are in the outside waiting area for the buses and trains. I took a picture to post when I can. It is in a fenced in area, with a lot of lighting, and there are Amtrak police, security, and workers about. They checked for tickets, and those who were homeless and didn't have them were asked to leave. Although, honestly, I don't think that they are hurting anyone. Meth and addiction is obviously a factor for these poor people; I feel sympathy for them. I have seen it make some people look like skin over their skeleton, the mind so far gone it makes the idea of zombies more of a reality, it seems. J and I both helped such people, who asked very nicely, for help with the vending machines since they are shaking so hard they can't put money into the machine for food, and cannot see well enough to know what to chose. I know that to some people this makes me a "bleeding heart liberal" but how can anyone not see another human being and not feel empathy for their suffering? It brings to mind the song by Everlast. If a homeless addict can be polite and respectful, how can anyone not respond in kind? If a person who is homeless like that can still manage to speak to us kindly, politely, and respectfully...isn't it possible for anyone, even everyone, to do the same? We all should be allowed to make mistakes and bad choices to learn from, and to be allowed a bad day to be cranky and snappish now and again. After all, we are only human.