I wrecked my car this week
and now it's at the collision shop.
They're determining whether it's totaled or not.
I was waiting a long time on a ride today
and there was this red-faced homeless woman sitting outside the store with two bags,
so I started talking to her.
I told her my name.
She had a really sad, tragic story
which made me very humbled and grateful for what I had
At one point she wanted to go inside and cash in a Lotto ticket.
I told her I'd watch her bags.
As I stood there with my cart full of stuff
I stared at those bags
and tried to imagine what it would be like to have all your belongings just in those two bags.
She was gone for awhile
and I wondered if she was coming back.
She came back
and as the manager ran her off, I asked her what her name was.
"Cindy Lou," she said.
"My sister's name is Cindy and her nickname is Cindy Lou!"
"Well my real name is Cindy Lou," she said.
Then she was off with her stuff, headed down the street.
I watched as she disappeared.
I tend to always feel sorry for myself when I lose my car which has happened many times
but there this lady was, another reminder of how lucky I really am.