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Sunday (yesterday: 2008.3.2): right after church, I went out to tent city and was looking for Aunt Liz. But then I ended up chatting with B about how he got his nickname from an amazing girl, about his life and all. His feet are messed up. I pushed him in a cart all the way up to Saint Andrews (some church, I guess). And he told me to wait in line for food. But they wouldn't let me get two plates of food. I let him have my plate. I wheeled him to a nearby pole. On the sidewalk. Soon there was a puddle that was seeping off the sidewalk. He said he was sorry. But I clarified that when you got to go then you got to go. But he would rather go and be in my shoes. I told him that he could. It is only a matter of time before one can do anything. My dad is alcoholic, too. I actually pushed a homeless man down so many blocks in a broken cart. I stood in line for food alongside other drug addicts. I heard comversations about treatments, doctors, drugs, and other scary topics. I felt too clean to be there. The priest went right by me. The blue collar pasotr man quickly conversed a few words to some of the guys. And we were at Saint Andrew. It must of been Catholic. And the priest never said a word to me. I got sad about that. But what can you do? Here I was, all alone. And most of the food servers were teens. I told them thanks. But I wonder if they knew that I was homeless or not. Because I am not. Maybe I should of talk to Andrew. I mean, to the priest and those other guys. But he must of been about forty years old. But never mind the food. We ate at the bus stop which was near by. And pigeons and other such birds are everywhere. And people were eating on the grass and everywhere. And there was rice, potatoes, vegitables, donuts, bagels, and even Starbucks bottled iced coffee. Tjis is hwere I give a shoutout to my Kentucky Jen friend. But never mind that and Starbucks. But no offense. But I felt the pain of the homeless people while waiting in line for almost an hour. And I told B, the one that I was pushing in the cart, about how we have things in common. He always says hi to almost everyone that he passes by. And I love talking to people. He is about 28. Not 38. Opps. But his other friend was that old. His other friend helped me puch the cart to Saint Andrews. But then I pushed the cart back. And B's friends did eat in the grass because the bus stop is too close to the cars and the noise and everything. But I also ran in my friend, L, who was looking as good as ever. I saw him while pushing the cart across a street, while some cards fell out of my bag. I quickly started picking up the cards. And L was encouraging me to hurry because the food was about to be served. And I also had a basketball in one bag. But L looked good. And what can I say. But we ran into Tom and a bunch of other homies. And it was one day that I can talk all day about. Because it was a day that I had no agenda and I let God... I mean, sorry... but there is so much to be said, here. The stories are endless. I took the bus to The Salvation Army church. And the bus drivers were nice to have guided me there. And then my whole afternoon was spent with people with no homes. And now I am writing this on my day off. And how can I put that any other way? Could you put that any other way? Is there any other way? But when the world says no way then you can say Yahweh. But if you don't get that then just remember that you can become all that you can be if you follow God, completely. And by the way, I had to find my way to pearl city to where we have upper room. And if you are wondering about that then I will just say that I am talking about evening service... or some kind of religious meeting. Did I say enough?