15 Minutes With AnnaLynne McCord

December 10, 2014 8:58 PM

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I'm walking home, following a night of overpriced drinks in a Los Angeles bar. It's late. It's cold. It's Christmastime. I pass a homeless man, bedding down for the night on a cement bus stop bench. We make eye contact. My eyes dart away from his gaze, and I keep moving.

Now I'm home, warm and cozy in bed. As I drift off to sleep, a wave of shame washes over me. How could I have walked past a fellow human suffering on the streets of Los Angeles? I picture the pained expression on his face when our eyes locked. Sure, I have my own problems. Some are legitimate. Some ...

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