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A young homeless woman walked into a local taco joint. While obviously homeless, she did not look like she had been homeless for long-- she even still had highlights in her hair. The woman approached the cashier as my mom was paying for her own meal, and asked for a soda. My mom paid for her dinner, and the woman thanked her profusely. My mom didn't really want the attention, and the other patrons were staring at the homeless woman's every move. When my mom got back into the car, she started crying.
When I was working at juvenile hall, I used to have experiences like that-- heavy emotional experiences with people who didn't deserve to suffer the way they do. The only way I could deal with it was by crying in my car.
The seemingly small interactions can be lifechanging.
When I was working at juvenile hall, I used to have experiences like that-- heavy emotional experiences with people who didn't deserve to suffer the way they do. The only way I could deal with it was by crying in my car.
The seemingly small interactions can be lifechanging.