I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason,everything, the good, the bad, and the ugly.
Not many people know my story, that’s because I rarely tell it. Years ago a medical emergency forced us to lose everything we had, everything. We were homeless bouncing from relatives to friends,back again to relatives floors and couches.
I saw the man sitting on a bench, and approached him and told him my name, as I handed him a blessing bag. He looked at me sizing my intentions up before he took the bag. We spoke for a while and he told me a little of his life,from time to time he glanced at me to see if I was paying attention to him. I was because to me knowing their stories are very important.
That day, on a bench, near a Walmart we connected, one man to another.
When it was time to leave he said, hey why did you stop and talk to me…my answer was simple.
I used to be you…
The Forgotten Shall Be Forgotten No More