March 07, 2008

My day, in a nutshell.

It was pouring cold rain and the homeless man held the door for me, so I got into a conversation with him about what it's like for him, and he told me some things about his life. So I bought him a few hot sandwiches for now and a few more for later, and went on my way, stepping into the nice dry car that would bring me to my nice dry house, where there are food and heat and down comforters and dry, fuzzy socks. I wonder where he is sleeping tonight.


jamwall said...

Hey! Stop calling me a homeless man!!!

Twirling Girl said...

Is this a true story? If so, way to pay it forward Spinning Girl!