Saturday, January 19, 2019
Friday, January 18, 2019
Wednesday, January 16, 2019
I was in BAM to buy the new Art Journaling.
I knew someone was sitting in the chairs.
I heard, “How are you?”
I glanced around and said, “Good, how are you?”
It was a black man, blood shot eyes, which I thought alcohol or drugs.
He said, “trying to get warm.”
Then, “ I homeless, haven’t eaten in three days.”
I asked, “do you have any family near?”
He said, “just my mom. She’s in a nursing home.”
I said, “I’m sorry.”
He repeated, “I haven’t ate in three days.”
I repeated, “I’m sorry.” And left.
I started to tell cashier but did not.
Left and found a feather in the parking lot.
Did I miss an opportunity to entertain and angel unaware?