Yesterday I had a very productive day. I went on 2 auditions, a callback, was put on hold for a commercial, went shopping with my mother and made a massive Italian dinner. After I cleaned up all the dishes my mother and I took my dog Taffy for a walk around the neighborhood. While walking we ran into a homeless man pushing a shopping cart with large dog tied to his cart. I've seen this gentleman many times because he frequents a restaurant at the end of my street and that always gives bones to his dog.
When my mother saw this man she was scared and hustled back to my apartment. I picked up Taffy so she wouldn't bark and walked over to him. I asked if he was hungry and liked Italian food. He yes to both questions and I sprinted back to my apartment and got the leftovers out of the fridge which were still hot. I packed up some silverware, napkins, a plate and a large bottle of water. I went outside and gave him the food and got to pet his dog named Cujo. Cujo was a very sweet dog and was sporting a pale blue sweater.
I spoke to this gentleman for a few minutes and he told me he was from New York and was excited to eat some Italian food since Los Angeles didn't have any good Italian restaurants. We shook hands and said goodbye and I came home skipping. I returned to my kitchen and started unloading my dishwasher and I noticed that I was singing. I went into my wife's office sat down on the floor in front of her and told her about the gentleman and dog that I met.
I had a very productive "Los Angeles" day full of work success but the best part of my day was talking to that guy and his dog. It made me so happy to actually do something that mattered that I started to cry. I've wanted to talk to that guy many many times but I didn't know how to go up to him and ask if he needed help.
I hope get to I see him and Cujo later today because I just made a batch of cookies.