Who am I?
Week 1
I am standing outside of my church, engaged in conversation with June. Her son lives in Florida, where she has just returned from. She has some family in Queens, but her wallet is missing and it had all of her phone numbers in it. Her biggest worry is that it will begin to rain again, because her coat will not protect her from the water.
As we are talking, a business man approaches us, holding out a ten dollar bill. "Take this and get yourself a bite to eat and some coffee or something." He extends his hand towards me. "Here, take it." I don't move. I'm not the homeless one. But I realize then, we are really no different.
I am standing outside of my church, engaged in conversation with June. Her son lives in Florida, where she has just returned from. She has some family in Queens, but her wallet is missing and it had all of her phone numbers in it. Her biggest worry is that it will begin to rain again, because her coat will not protect her from the water.
As we are talking, a business man approaches us, holding out a ten dollar bill. "Take this and get yourself a bite to eat and some coffee or something." He extends his hand towards me. "Here, take it." I don't move. I'm not the homeless one. But I realize then, we are really no different.
posted by Jennifer Q @ 1:42 AM
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