cocorose
Well-known member
I'm not sure if this is the right place to post it, but anyway, just something that is on my mind today.
This morning I was at the bank and a homeless man walks up to my car and asks for some change for a drink. I gave him all the change I had, and told him i wish I had more to give him. For some reason something about him really got to me. I was talking to him for just a minute and he said something about giving me a valentine.. he said he draws and he has pencils in his bag but he needed to get a pad of paper. Before he walked away he said "I love you". he was just a little incoherent and I knew that just meant he was greatly appreciative. He started walking away, and I left the bank. For some reason I felt like I needed to do something so I went and bought him breakfast from the closest fast food place and went to go look for him. I knew the direction he was walking so I drove that way and a little ways up I see him walking. I pulled over and gave him the food. The point to this is that I am kicking myself because I keep thinking of him talking about drawing, and I really wanted to buy him a pad of paper so he could draw, and when he said that I wish that I would have told him that I would buy him some paper. Now I can't stop thinking of it. I even went back to look for him a second time after I gave him the food because I wanted to somehow find out a way to get him the paper. I just know what it's like not to have anything and I really wanted to help him. I know how happy that would have made him if he could just have some paper to draw with. Idk, this might just sound really crazy. But I felt really bad and wanted to get it out. I might go back to the bank and look for him tomorrow.
This morning I was at the bank and a homeless man walks up to my car and asks for some change for a drink. I gave him all the change I had, and told him i wish I had more to give him. For some reason something about him really got to me. I was talking to him for just a minute and he said something about giving me a valentine.. he said he draws and he has pencils in his bag but he needed to get a pad of paper. Before he walked away he said "I love you". he was just a little incoherent and I knew that just meant he was greatly appreciative. He started walking away, and I left the bank. For some reason I felt like I needed to do something so I went and bought him breakfast from the closest fast food place and went to go look for him. I knew the direction he was walking so I drove that way and a little ways up I see him walking. I pulled over and gave him the food. The point to this is that I am kicking myself because I keep thinking of him talking about drawing, and I really wanted to buy him a pad of paper so he could draw, and when he said that I wish that I would have told him that I would buy him some paper. Now I can't stop thinking of it. I even went back to look for him a second time after I gave him the food because I wanted to somehow find out a way to get him the paper. I just know what it's like not to have anything and I really wanted to help him. I know how happy that would have made him if he could just have some paper to draw with. Idk, this might just sound really crazy. But I felt really bad and wanted to get it out. I might go back to the bank and look for him tomorrow.