Tonight Under the Bridge

I met a woman named Sharon. She has her LPN. She lost her job two years ago because of poor health. Since living on the streets, she has lost 100 pounds and has regained much of her health. She is willing to work but now faces obstacles that make it difficult for her to get it. With some help, it is likely that she could get off the streets and back on her feet, and probably done without missing a beat in our standard of living.

As we were driving to the bridge, we discussed what we were going to work on tonight.
I stated that I hoped to "drop in" and not let distractions from my mind, body, or social aspects prevent me from being present with the people I would encounter. I wanted to practice "looking for Zacheus" or that person from within the crowd that I needed to meet. If I found him, I wanted to practice speaking words that would be good news or words of life and light, and, perhaps even more difficult, I wanted to act.

Now I sit with here with Sharon's phone number. I should be more careful about what I practice. Things are about to get inconvenient.

I would prefer not to do this alone. Mainly because I am a reluctant bastard. My dream is to belong to a community that rallies together around goodness like this.