One summer I took a week long vacation to San Francisco with my younger son. We had a good time while there, but we encountered a lot of homeless people everywhere in the city. Even in front of our great hotel.

It really bothered and affected me. I didn’t want to see them. It was upsetting, disturbing and I felt somewhat unsafe within... seeing people who didn’t have anything while I did. 

 

Why did it bother me?