Homeless

A few weeks ago I posted that Homeless people freak me out. They do. Not because of dirt, or crazy, or smell..but because my biggest fear is that I could become one of them. When I was living in Salt Lake I got to know a very friendly homeless lady. I would bring her leftovers from work. I slipped her a few bucks every now and then. On occasion I would supply her with the alcohol she wanted so badly. We would talk. She would tell me stories. She had a bit of craziness to her which I loved. She told me living on the streets gave her freedom. One day she said to me "You remind me of myself." That scared me. I have never forgotten how she looked when she said it. I told myself I could never be that way..but the truth is, there have been times in my life when I see her in me. It terrifies me. I see the homeless and I want to help. I want to get them off the street, but the truth is, I can't do that. I can't help them they way they need to be helped..and that scares me too. I have a very blessed life. I have more than I need. I sleep in a warm bed. I eat fresh food that I cook in my kitchen. My son is taken care of. We shower every day. We put on clean clothes. We are blessed. The thing is, it can all go away. I don't know what life has in store for me, or for my family. I could become homeless, and that scares me. So yes, Homeless people freak me out. I said it. I know it isn't politically correct, but it's the truth. I don't ever want to be homeless. I don't ever want to worry about where our next meal will come from, or where we will sleep. I cry for those who have to make those kind of decisions. I pray for those who are in need..but mostly, I pray that I will always have a home to call my own.