I met a man,who had had a few. It was rainy night but not of
any normal more a cold pour. He said what a night it is
tonight. He was missing a few teeth i guess the drugs were
taking a toll. He had no car to drive and I just smirked to
the comment he said and thought nothing else. Until I turned
the key and realized this guy needs something from me. I
roll down the window and ask if he needs a ride. And he sits
next to me on this car ride. He lives up the road he says.
And openly tells me all the problems he has and how life can
be so cruel. He said God has great plans for me and is
always good to those who are kind to people like him. You
could tell he regereted all that he had done in his past and
wishes it wasnt there. I told him God is there. But how is
it a man down and almost out able to realize god is there.
Is it that when you have nothing you must turn to faith in
something. I pulled up to a ratty shack and he said this is
the place he calls home. Rick was his name and he gave me a
dollar in gas money. I told him to take it but he said he
would only use it for drugs. And it was better that I take
it. I am glad I took the time and picked him up he changed
my life and the outlook on life.