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Friday, November 23
Thanksgiving 2007
I spent the day visiting my homeless friends on the streets. I cooked Thanksgiving meals around the campfire.
Okay, it might not have been a traditional turkey and stuffing dinner, but it was traditional fellowship and conversation; the turkey wraps were hot, and the coffee, tepid.
Willie plans to get a place inside early next week. He says he’s getting too old to live on the ground. He adds, “But, this has been good life.”
I ask, “Willie, what do you like about living like this?”
He responds, “Gee, I haven’t given that much thought!” Then, he squeaks out a laugh.
Being elderly and disabled and living on the streets is a miserable and lonely way to live. Still, Willie manages to find gratitude in his heart … gratitude he expresses every time I see him.
He’s a better man than me.
May God bless Willie, all our homeless friends, and all folks who hold the homeless and poor in their prayers.
gwwd
I spent the day visiting my homeless friends on the streets. I cooked Thanksgiving meals around the campfire.
Okay, it might not have been a traditional turkey and stuffing dinner, but it was traditional fellowship and conversation; the turkey wraps were hot, and the coffee, tepid.
Willie plans to get a place inside early next week. He says he’s getting too old to live on the ground. He adds, “But, this has been good life.”
I ask, “Willie, what do you like about living like this?”
He responds, “Gee, I haven’t given that much thought!” Then, he squeaks out a laugh.
Being elderly and disabled and living on the streets is a miserable and lonely way to live. Still, Willie manages to find gratitude in his heart … gratitude he expresses every time I see him.
He’s a better man than me.
May God bless Willie, all our homeless friends, and all folks who hold the homeless and poor in their prayers.
gwwd
