One Week
One more week until my birthday! I feel excited, but I don't know why. Maybe I'm just glad to finally get out of the TEENAGE YEARS. Heh. I don't expect anything out of my birthday, but I just hope it's a good day, ya know? Anyone have any suggestions on where to go eat dinner? If you say Joe's Crab Shack, I'm gonna smack you! That was hilarious for my dad's birthday though... HAHA. He had to wear the cow costume, a hard hat, and ride a hobby horse. LMAO. So anyway, I will be TWENTY... which is almost 23, which is almost 25, which is almost 30, which is almost 35, which is practically 40, which is mid-life. (Thanks Jessica Simpson... GRR) I had to be annoying and do that... I apologize. Heh.
So I went to Jack In The Box today with my mom for lunch...the one on Orangethorpe between Harbor and Lemon. I go there plenty, but today, it was different. There was a homeless man there (I assume he was homeless). I looked at him, and my heart broke. His hair was matted to his head with dirt, but it was still combed like a gentleman despite it's filth. (spelling?) He wore dirty clothes, but his shirt was tucked in, and his pants were pulled up. His hands had dirt in every wrinkle... embedded into his skin. I finally looked at his face. He was in need of a shave and a shower, obviously, but when I met his eyes... I can't explain it. It was as if I was looking at JEsus. There was something in this man's eyes... something special. He smiled at me and continued to order his coffee... carefully counting out his change. I don't know why I'm writing about him, but I can't get him out of my mind. He went outside and drank his coffee, and I couldn't take my eyes off him. When I finally looked away and then turned back, he was gone. I have no idea where he went. He just disappeared. I wanted to give him money or something. I just had this strong desire to HELP him... -sigh- Maybe he'll be there again soon... I really saw something special in him. It was odd...very, very odd.
So I went to Jack In The Box today with my mom for lunch...the one on Orangethorpe between Harbor and Lemon. I go there plenty, but today, it was different. There was a homeless man there (I assume he was homeless). I looked at him, and my heart broke. His hair was matted to his head with dirt, but it was still combed like a gentleman despite it's filth. (spelling?) He wore dirty clothes, but his shirt was tucked in, and his pants were pulled up. His hands had dirt in every wrinkle... embedded into his skin. I finally looked at his face. He was in need of a shave and a shower, obviously, but when I met his eyes... I can't explain it. It was as if I was looking at JEsus. There was something in this man's eyes... something special. He smiled at me and continued to order his coffee... carefully counting out his change. I don't know why I'm writing about him, but I can't get him out of my mind. He went outside and drank his coffee, and I couldn't take my eyes off him. When I finally looked away and then turned back, he was gone. I have no idea where he went. He just disappeared. I wanted to give him money or something. I just had this strong desire to HELP him... -sigh- Maybe he'll be there again soon... I really saw something special in him. It was odd...very, very odd.