A time I could kick myself - On the way to work this morning, a man I know to be homeless and stays at the Bethel Hotel, mentioned how pleasant the weather was. I agreed, going on about how I loved to pull the sheets up and feel the crisp coolness in the morning, wanting to stay in bed a bit longer.
My brain then kicked in, reminding me that at the Gospel Mission, the men don't have a choice about staying in later, that it can be so close and stuffy, they don't necessarily get the freshness I do with all my windows and choice as to leaving them opened or closed. I worry a lot about finances and making ends meet every payday, but I do have one, and I treasure the small things.
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