Empty buses, an old friend and the real world

Yesterday we heard from about 25 supervisors from internships that we can potentially interview for if interested. After 3 sets of panels, scheduling 2 interviews, seeking information about a third and having a ton of information thrown at me, I was a bit overwhelmed. I couldn't narrow down my interests. Youth? Families? Abuse? Drugs? Human trafficking? Suicide prevention? Mentally Ill? Homeless? Teens? Ahhhhh.
I knew one thing, I have a passion for doing an internship with the broken hearted, with something uncomfortable and new. And I knew that God knew what internship I should be doing. I prayed, I'm still praying. At the moment I'm looking into Break Through the Static (an organization helping teens that have been affected by suicide) and the Freedom House (a rehabilitation and safe house for women coming out of sextrafficking and prostitution). But who knows, God just may have other plans, and I'm eagerly awaiting them.

Last night I met up with Nikki, she was in Walnut Creek for work and I took the bus down to Embarcadero to have dinner with her. As I was walking to the corner of Lyon and Hayes to catch the 21, I saw it drive past. A bit frustrated at first, I sat down to wait the 19min for the next one.
I took in my surroundings. A convenience store across from me, with a few men standing outside. A homeless man approached the opposite corner, pushing his shopping cart filled with large black bags. He left his cart near the corner, but about 10 feet from the curb as he limped into the store. I couldn't help but wonder as to what was so important in that store that would bring him to leave all of his belongings in the path of an oncoming car. A few people passed by, crossing the street with their dogs walking ahead of them. A woman was talking loudly on her cellphone and dragging a young girl with her backpack behind her. The lights in the Victorian houses across from me were on, yet no one could be seen in them.
On the bus everyone has a book out, or a phone in their hand or an earphone in their ears. On the bus back there was a woman who got off at a stop and someone thought that she had left her shopping back. The whole bus yelled for the driver to stop as someone jumped out and called the woman back. I observed this scene in wonder as this group of young adults, older men and women, Mexicans, whites, blacks and asians made up this bus, all having somewhere to go, all having come from a long day. Yet no one complained about the stop or yelled at the woman who forgot her bag. I was moved by how these strangers acted toward another woman, one who was dressed much nicer than most of those on the bus.
We've been discussing faith in the city this week, and we'll continue to discuss it this semester. Even though this city is not by any means known as a Christian, God fearing place, you can still see hope if you look amidst the brokenness, and overall, there's a spirit of unity and togetherness upon people who elsewhere would be seen as an outcast.