Dear Anonymous,
He's soiled again. Won't go to the doctor. 'Everyone in my family goes to the doctor comes home dead.'
I am in no place to fight with that logic.
But I have dry pants for him.
Mike says,
'My night was SO bad, I NEED this today.' And he means delivering more toys. Toddler lego tables and bags of pieces and an assortment of dolls and Hotwheels and a little action figure one of his little buddies requested.
'He'll be so excited!'
He is organized and has a plan to distribute them.
One of them, often sited for being 'difficult', has upset the group by defecating in the 24 Hour ATM and depositing the waste in the deposit drawer. At least this is the story.
'Gives us homeless guys a bad name.'
Socks. Coffee cards. Good mornings. And bad.
Another man who is new to me and sort of embarrassed by wearing a donated barn coat with a white denim collar. It's all he has and is not ungrateful for it but asks,
'Can you help me out?'
A trade in on the coat and he's outfitted in a new lightweight down coat, a new hoodie, a clean tshirt and some beautiful donated shirts.
And he's back in action.
'Gosh. This turned my whole day around.'
Thanks Dear Anonymous.