Juggling at a red light for the only audience that would watch.

It’s 5:15pm.

At a red light on Vista Grande and Washington, there is a man trying to make an honest living.

He isn’t pan-handling, saving for a funeral or banking on your pity.

No, he’s juggling.

And he’s actually pretty damn good at it, too.

With an audience somewhat forced to watch, the juggler puts on a quick show for the dozens of white lights.

Three colored spheres—like planets under a sun—momentarily float under the lit streetlight, leaving me to think:

Perhaps this man did his research for this area. I wouldn’t have suspected that an area known for shipping containers, trains and auto mechanics fostered an altruistic audience.

Nonetheless, he’s here working.

And I honor his work ethic.

Because, if you’re juggling at an intersection, chances are life didn’t go as planned.

And when things go unplanned, it’s easy to blame the circumstances and quit.

If you ask me, I don’t think juggling is quitting.

Anyway, there’s a lesson in all this.

Is it showing up even when life didn’t go as planned?

It’s got to be.

— George