I dreamt about Jae last night. It's his birthday tomorrow and I've been thinking a lot about the past anyway.
He and I were tooling around town, trying to get something to eat. We'd had no luck at Carl Jr's, so he went to Baskin Robbins. I was still on a burger hunt, so I was at Wendy's. They still hadn't taken my order when some kid brushes against my arm and I freak out and leave the restaurant.
I go across the street and I'm sitting with my back against the wall, just trying to chill. Jae calls me and tells me that number 2563 was the best ice cream and I should totally go get some right now.
I'm gathering my things to leave when I notice the kid from Wendy's is laying next to me, looking like he's going to sleep. He couldn't have been more than 8. I ask 'hey kid, is this where you're sleeping?' He nods and pulls his legs closer to his body in attempt to stay warm
I did through my cavernous purse and find a sweater and some gloves for the kid, who looks grateful for any kind of attention.
I've just started to feel guilty about how good I have it when I wake up.
There aren't that many homeless people in Colorado Springs, at least in the places I venture. But I've taken to stopping (not all the time, but more than not) to give what I can.
When Gregory and I were leaving for Monte Vista, there was a man on the corner with a sign that said 'very hungry' so I ran into Wal-Greens and got some lunchables type food, a few bottles of water, and a little bit of money.
I always think
'it could be me.'
