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Last night I felt bad that I had a nice place to sleep.
I was laying there comfortably when I thought about that homeless man making a place for himself at Queener's old abandoned shop. I know he was cold. I couldn't help but be sad because I realized that I take all the things I have for granted. I am quite unappreciative.
The first time I saw this guy, he stopped me to ask if I believed in God, and wanted to know if I accepted Jesus as my Savior. I agreed, and really wasn't freaked out. I kept going. I had no idea he was homeless. I figured this out recently.
Mom saw him again last night, and he told her that despite his strong faith in God, he was growing weary, hungry, and frustrated. Mom told him everything would be okay, and they talked for a few minutes. It wasn't long after that he turned beside Domino's Pizza and started to go through the dumpster for food. His shoes were about three sizes too big, and his pants were all ripped up. I don't know how he was staying warm.
When we got home, we decided to take him some leftover spaghetti and a fork. We also threw in some bananas, a NutriGrain bar, a free one-liter Coke lid, some chips, some chocolates, about four dollars, and a small jug of sweet tea. It felt nice to help him, I hope it holds him over for a few days.
What gets me is that he looks no older than twenty-three. He seems to be such a nice guy. I would love to go talk to him and find out why he is where he is today. He obviously has a strong faith in God, and I have watched him witness to a few people over the past few days. It's amazing how someone in that situation can still believe so much. It makes me happy.
At the same time, it saddens me to see him in that state. I know there is a reason he is that way, and I wish I could go talk to him. I don't see him as a problem, I see him as a person. He probably needs a friend.
No matter why he is how he is, it does not change the fact that he is a human being with feelings. He is someone's son or brother. I would hate to think of my child or brother in that state. I would help them no matter how ill-off i was. I don't see why he is an exception. We aren't related, but he is obviously a brother in Christ, which gives us a connection. I want to help him.
So I was laying there last night and realized that I need to learn to take things for what they are, and not be unappreciative. I hope that one day he will be better off. He seems human enough to deserve it. I have prayed for him a few times since last night. I know they will pay off soon enough.
Forgive my soft-spot for the struggling; I just wish the best for everyone, even people I cannot stand.
I was laying there comfortably when I thought about that homeless man making a place for himself at Queener's old abandoned shop. I know he was cold. I couldn't help but be sad because I realized that I take all the things I have for granted. I am quite unappreciative.
The first time I saw this guy, he stopped me to ask if I believed in God, and wanted to know if I accepted Jesus as my Savior. I agreed, and really wasn't freaked out. I kept going. I had no idea he was homeless. I figured this out recently.
Mom saw him again last night, and he told her that despite his strong faith in God, he was growing weary, hungry, and frustrated. Mom told him everything would be okay, and they talked for a few minutes. It wasn't long after that he turned beside Domino's Pizza and started to go through the dumpster for food. His shoes were about three sizes too big, and his pants were all ripped up. I don't know how he was staying warm.
When we got home, we decided to take him some leftover spaghetti and a fork. We also threw in some bananas, a NutriGrain bar, a free one-liter Coke lid, some chips, some chocolates, about four dollars, and a small jug of sweet tea. It felt nice to help him, I hope it holds him over for a few days.
What gets me is that he looks no older than twenty-three. He seems to be such a nice guy. I would love to go talk to him and find out why he is where he is today. He obviously has a strong faith in God, and I have watched him witness to a few people over the past few days. It's amazing how someone in that situation can still believe so much. It makes me happy.
At the same time, it saddens me to see him in that state. I know there is a reason he is that way, and I wish I could go talk to him. I don't see him as a problem, I see him as a person. He probably needs a friend.
No matter why he is how he is, it does not change the fact that he is a human being with feelings. He is someone's son or brother. I would hate to think of my child or brother in that state. I would help them no matter how ill-off i was. I don't see why he is an exception. We aren't related, but he is obviously a brother in Christ, which gives us a connection. I want to help him.
So I was laying there last night and realized that I need to learn to take things for what they are, and not be unappreciative. I hope that one day he will be better off. He seems human enough to deserve it. I have prayed for him a few times since last night. I know they will pay off soon enough.
Forgive my soft-spot for the struggling; I just wish the best for everyone, even people I cannot stand.