Today i told a story, stitched so deep in my heart, even with a transplant I'd still remember.
One Tuesday we went to The Keeper and served dinner. The Keeper was still open for meals but it was no longer a shelter. And it was cold and a blizzard.
That day there was a gentlemen in a wheelchair. And he had to be put out.
There was an abandoned shell of a building across the street. And that day they covered him with blankets and a coat and they had to leave him there. It was his only chance of survival.
I'll never forget that day (and I'm crying now) and how heart breaking it was and still is to me.
I'm sickened and saddened by the way we treat the mentally ill, the poor and yet we fight over being "prolife".
Today i picked up a few coats for the coat drive on Sunday. I wish i would have know sooner because Costco had nice coats for $14.99 3 weeks ago!
I know that often I'm too much, but in a world where there often doesn't seem to be enough, i guess i just balance it out.
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