I've been thinking all day about the many down and out people I helped serve breakfast to this morning. They appreciated everything, the human attention given to them, the service, a warm breakfast and a hot cup of coffee.
Can you imagine being in that situation? I can and I have. I recognized a few local folks, the guy that sleeps under an old grey blanket on a bench was there. The broken man who walks with his head completely forward, staring at the ground, was there.
The lady I saw sleeping under the I-10 onramp recently was not there. Maybe she'll show up at the Soup Kitchen someday, I owe her a meal.