So I figured out how to post journal entries from my sidekick (and although I can't pay my bill much longer I'm gonna use it while I can).
This morning I snuck my dog out of the hotel for a walk. There is a park across the street and when I sat down on a bench I started to cry.
An old homeless woman came and sat down beside me. She had the most beautiful old grey eyes. Infact she was a very beautiful woman who looked like time just snuck up on her too quickly. She asked me why I was crying, and I gave her the abridged version of my story. She looked at me and smiled. It then hit me that I was discussing petty problems with a woman who literally had nothing.
She looked me dead in the eye and I could feel her analyzing my broken up insides. She told me that God has a plan for everyone, and that had profound impact on me. She never once complained or discussed her situation and she acted like no matter how she got to where she is there was always hope. She told me that hope is the one thing that I can never lose...little does she know how right she is, considering Hope is my middle name.
This woman was so incredibly wise. Moreso than I'll ever be. I wish more than anything that I could pay her back somehow for just giving me the time of day and showing compassion to me, a fauxhawked, bull-ringed, tattooed stranger that most people on the street look at with disgust.
This morning I snuck my dog out of the hotel for a walk. There is a park across the street and when I sat down on a bench I started to cry.
An old homeless woman came and sat down beside me. She had the most beautiful old grey eyes. Infact she was a very beautiful woman who looked like time just snuck up on her too quickly. She asked me why I was crying, and I gave her the abridged version of my story. She looked at me and smiled. It then hit me that I was discussing petty problems with a woman who literally had nothing.
She looked me dead in the eye and I could feel her analyzing my broken up insides. She told me that God has a plan for everyone, and that had profound impact on me. She never once complained or discussed her situation and she acted like no matter how she got to where she is there was always hope. She told me that hope is the one thing that I can never lose...little does she know how right she is, considering Hope is my middle name.
This woman was so incredibly wise. Moreso than I'll ever be. I wish more than anything that I could pay her back somehow for just giving me the time of day and showing compassion to me, a fauxhawked, bull-ringed, tattooed stranger that most people on the street look at with disgust.
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Keep your chin up, lovely!