season of giving. (read description)

 

mind you, this is another one of my long ass stories. i like to call these people the invisible people. the people we walk right by like they aren't humans too, like they don't breathe, starve, and sleep like we do. a lot of people ask me why I do this, "it's not your fault they are homeless." well, yeah it's not. but am I also human? this is a former soldier, army for 6 years, who after loosing his own mother and brother, knew what it felt like for those others who he had taken the lives off. while dealing with depression he decided to go abscond from all family in hope off getting his mind back in a good place and starting life over. shit happens man, if I ever, for whatever reason end up homeless would I want some damn help? i stopped for a few minutes and asked him if had anything to eat today and not surprisingly the answer was a no. as much as I was craving chipotle the whole day, I knew It was a no-brainer. i had food at home, I had a home I could go to, a bed I can lay on, a mom to go home too. he didn't. decided to buy him a box of pizza, some water and a few snacks. though having no money left on me, the feeling was rewarding. happy holidays, from my new friend and i.

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