Here was my view from my hotel this week. I was in Chicago for training and we stayed at the Westin River North. Love. Ly. Wow. From Keith the Doorman to the toiletries, to the mattress, to the view. Wow. It’s between Clark & Dearborn. For those of you that don’t know the street names as well, but know landmarks – I was across the street from the Marina Towers and House of Blues. My co-worker had the blue lights shining through her windows. Me, I was lucky, I had a lovely lovely view of the Loop and river. Although it was St. Patrick’s Day, the river was its normal pea green (some might argue I spelled “pea” wrong and that in this case it should be “pee”); they had dyed it 4 days earlier for the parade. No big loss. I’ve seen it many many times before.
On Thursday morning, I looked out across the river and noticed a homeless man sleeping on Lower Wacker Dr. Amazing what a few yards make. Here I am in the lap of luxury, my company paying a pretty penny and there he is, similar view but much different dollar value. It made me sad to think that so many people that stay in these places never admire the view or even the fact that they have the luxury of staying in a hotel. Do they see the beauty?
At the same time, I wonder if the homeless person sees the beauty of the city either. Do the circumstances surrounding his situation limit his ability to see the beauty? Does he perceive the city as beautiful at all? It made me a little sad.
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