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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
Monday, May 28
Friday, March 30
I'd like ...
I’d like to write, but it’s like I’ve lost my verbation.
(ability to write what I vision)
I see so much, everyday.
I don’t know what to write about.
Guess, I’ll just go on experiencing life …
to the fullest of the depression I see everyday …
for now.
I guess I’m happy. But, there've been some grey days! ¶ 5:33 PM 0 comments
I’d like to write, but it’s like I’ve lost my verbation.
(ability to write what I vision)
I see so much, everyday.
I don’t know what to write about.
Guess, I’ll just go on experiencing life …
to the fullest of the depression I see everyday …
for now.
I guess I’m happy. But, there've been some grey days! ¶ 5:33 PM 0 comments
Wednesday, March 28
