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Hamburger Man

The story behind the name, and the song.

If you're here, you probably heard the name somewhere downtown, or someone sent you the song. This is where it came from.

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Justin with three friends outside the Tampa Convention Center at night, their faces covered by the Cray fox
Outside the Tampa Convention Center. The only photo I've ever taken with them.

A $20 bill on the Riverwalk

One day I was walking my dog on the Tampa Riverwalk and passed a man holding a sign asking for money. I kept walking, found a spot where I could stop, and checked my wallet. I had a $20 bill and nothing else.

I said to myself, "I guess it's this guy's lucky day."

I turned around and walked back to him. I asked him his name. He said, "Uh... uh... Mark."

"Hi Mark, I'm Justin. It's nice to meet you." I handed him the twenty and told him I hoped he had a good night.

He looked stunned. As I walked away, a woman walked up behind me and gave him money too. I took that as a sign that I was supposed to do more of this.

Forty mattresses

For a while I had insomnia, and when I couldn't sleep I'd walk the Riverwalk at night. Every night I passed the Tampa Convention Center and saw people huddled on the concrete, trying to sleep in the cold, a few hundred feet from the wealthiest zip code in Tampa. It bothered me more every time.

So that night I went home and ordered forty inflatable mattresses with foot pumps.

The next week I walked up to a group of people living downtown and offered them. They were skeptical at first. I started showing them how the pumps worked, and one by one they came over and took one.

After I handed out the last mattress I went to eat at a restaurant five blocks away. A man outside asked me for money. I told him I didn't have any on me because I'd just been handing out mattresses.

"You're the guy that passed out the mattresses??"

I invited him to come in and eat with me. He said no, because he smelled and didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable. So I offered to buy him something inside and bring it out, and he took me up on that.

That was the moment I understood something about the people I'd been walking past. He was hungry, and he still put a room full of strangers ahead of himself. Most of the people I've met downtown are like that. More gracious than the people with homes.

Word had traveled five blocks in under an hour. That was the second sign. I've doubled, tripled, and quadrupled down since.

The hand that picks you up

Years ago I read The Art of Choosing by Sheena Iyengar. Early in the book she describes an experiment from the 1950s by a scientist named Curt Richter. He put rats in water to see how long they would swim. Most gave up quickly.

Then he changed one thing. He pulled some rats out just before they stopped, held them for a moment, and put them back in. Those rats swam for hours.

The difference was hope. Once a rat had been picked up and held, it believed it could be picked up again, and it gave everything it had to staying alive.

People sometimes ask why I do this every week, and why I don't stop. The honest answer is that I know what it feels like to be in the water with no hand coming. There was a stretch of my life where I lost almost everything I thought was solid, and the only reason I made it through was a few people who refused to walk past me. I don't talk about that time much here. But when I looked at the people sleeping outside the convention center, I didn't see strangers. I saw me, without those few people.

I wanted to be the hand. Not the hand that drops a dollar and keeps walking, but the one that picks you up, holds you for a minute, and makes you feel seen.

Not a hamburger.
A double cheeseburger.

I don't hand out water. I add a flavor packet. The point isn't the burger. The point is that someone went out of their way for you, specifically, and expected nothing back.

Most people walk past the people living downtown like they're behind aquarium glass. I wanted to break the glass and talk to them like people, because they are.

How I got the name

I never introduced myself as anything. I just kept showing up every week with food.

I go at night on purpose. I don't want anyone going to bed with an empty stomach. They deserve to fall asleep with a full belly and a real, balanced meal, the same as anyone else.

Word got around that some guy was handing out free hamburgers downtown, every week, with nothing expected in return. I don't take money. I don't take a tax write-off. I don't preach or give a sermon. I show up, I ask how you're doing, and I take care of you like somebody should.

At some point they started calling me Hamburger Man. It stuck.

THE SONG

"Hamburger Man"by Will Valentino

One of the friends I've made downtown is a musician named Will Valentino. Will wrote a song about me called "Hamburger Man." It's one of the best gifts anyone has ever given me.

If you like it, follow Will or support his music. He's the real deal.

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What this has to do with Cray

I'm Justin Smith, and the rest of the time I run Cray, an app that helps college students spot red flags before they get hurt.

It's the same idea in a different setting. Someone should be looking out for you. If nobody is, I'll try to be.

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