On a rooftop off of Post Street

The Tenderloin
Monday afternoon


I can tell you the exact place and moment when I first said I was going to move to San Francisco.

My friend’s and I had taken the trip from Sacramento to San Francisco, and (as tourists) of course our first stop had to be Pier 39 and Fisherman’s Wharf. After getting clam chowder in a bread bowl from Guardino’s, we snagged some empty tables outside of Castagnolia’s. Looking up Jones St. toward Russian Hill, that was my moment.

That was the infatuation. The love of San Francisco came from seeing the people who inhabit it. The idealist’s and the dreamers. The artists and the musicians and the writers, and even the waiters like me. The people who envisioned a better world, a world that was possible within our little city.

I went to Africa on a mission trip the summer after my freshman year of college, and after that eye-opener I could no longer accept the cookie-cutter lifestyle of the Sacramento suburb I was living in at the time. It was fake. I needed authentic.

San Francisco was authentic.

Growing up as a Christian, you find lots of people who are anything but authentic. I didn’t want to be a fake Christian, and after going to Africa, I knew I had to do something that mattered with my life.

One amazing thing about San Francisco is that it has more non-profits than any other city in the nation. It has people who care. Who dream. I wanted to be like the people in San Francisco. I wanted to dream, to do things that mattered.

One thing that separated San Francisco from other places that I’ve lived is that in other places, if you share an idea with someone, they’ll give you all the reasons why it won’t work. They’ll shoot you down more often than not.

In San Francisco, when you share an idea with someone, more often then not they are excited. People comment on how unique or original an idea may be. They ask what they can do to help.

I’m at a point where I’m asking you to help me. You see I’m committed to being one of those dreamers who do things that matter. I’ve been accepted to an internship in Belize, which will give me the chance to learn and grow, not only as a Christian, but as someone who cares about our world and our city. I know there are others out there with these same cares. I’ve seen you and I’ve met you, and you’re what makes this city what it is.

I don’t want to ask for your money, but I need to. So I want to give something back. My 1hundredproject gives me the chance to give something back to you. I’m going to ask for $100, but I want to make your trouble worthwhile. I want to make your life easier, and hopefully you can get to know me a little bit along the way. Allow me to help you with something. I’ll paint your garage, babysit your dog, even take your daughter to homecoming. I might be asking for your money, I’m desperate to show why I hope you find me worth it.

1hundredproject is my idea to help make my dream of going to Belize a reality. I’d love for you to check out my idea, and maybe tell me some of yours, and maybe together all of us dreamers can make a better city and a better world.


You can see the rest of Luke’s photo shoot here.
Luke’s blog is
and his Belize project is


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