Writing what I live and see
Ahomeless man in coveralls carrying two jugs of water bounced with a gait while singing. I walked over to him, offering hand warmers. “Hi, please take these. It’s only going to get colder tonight.”
“Whoa! Thank you. They’ll come in handy.” I tucked a couple of scripture cards into the bib of his coveralls, next to his suspenders. “And read these, if you will.”
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