This black guy who smells like booze limps over and sits by me, we start talking and he tells me a bit of his story- I realize that we aren't very different, we're both people in hard times, and truth be told his seem rougher- though I don't know him at all the little I heard his may be more severe than mine-
Anyway he ends up chastising me and yelling at me- he makes sense in some of what he says and this makes me think more - about my life and living.
He said that I must have a big brain and am capable of much but am an idiot now. Maybe he is right-
I'm having such a time making a decision and sticking with it-
Then there's this guy giving a handful of change to the conductor to get to NY and its not even enough- but the conductor seems to be nice and allows it. Now I have a $20 in my wallet, I could give it to this guy, and I'm judging him thinking he'll go and spend it on alcohol and I think I don't wanna give it to him- but who am I too judge- who am I? I'm feeling convicted and maybe, maybe I will give him the money and say have a good night.
I'm sure he hates being judged and looked down on all the time, and why can't I just love him like my God loves me- how can I? I can hug him and tell him that I love him~ I can...
When it comes down to it I'm a person just like him, just like you, I'm someone who can love and hate and give and receive. I acknowledge this God I call Jesus and the God is Love and says the greatest things are love. No more pity party tonight, time to share some love