The snowstorm on January 26 reminded me of last winter, with all that snow. Like so many other people, I was homeless. Unless it was really freezing, we had to leave the shelters early in the morning. We had to find some warm place to go, sometimes the Martin Luther King Jr. Memorial Library or other times a soup kitchen. Sometimes we tried McDonald’s, but they would put you out, saying you were loitering. Only when it was really cold and there was a blizzard did we get to stay inside the shelter during the day. I went out anyway to sell my papers.
This winter, on the night of January 26, when it started to snow so hard, I was out selling my papers at the subway. And I found myself thinking, “God is good!”
I have my own place now. I don’t have to go back to the shelter when it’s snowing. I can go home now, watch TV, cook what I want to eat and lay down in my own bed. I can’t ask for more than that except to keep God in my life.
Next time you see a homeless person in the cold weather, don’t look at them as if they were homeless. Try to help them. You could be in the same predicament. God bless everyone.
