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Thursday, October 7, 2010

Shelter or street?

If the weather is right, could you curl up in the park and sleep? Could you search a garbage can for food? Would you stand in line at a soup kitchen or shelter? Would you be able to push all your belongings in a shopping cart?

I bet your answers are the same as the homeless man about two years ago or so 
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Hello

It does not matter that my name is Hank, I am the homeless man you see walking to the meal that has no reservation.
My coat is all I have but it carries many necessities for this journey.
Makes no difference I made a living wearing a suit, I was not born on the street. My life twisted into a direction without a map or exit sign.
I do not shave but I try to keep as clean as possible, I do not look at people anymore, they do not exist to me here. I am the homeless man with no name; they turn their heads and carry on. I will not let them exist to me anymore. This is all I have, no more questions, no more tears, just the journey to nowhere.
Forgotten? Maybe!
Alive? Yes! Here I am God, waiting for the purpose of this journey.
I only exist to myself, so here I walk to the meal with no reservation... alone.

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