“…for every person you see panhandling, there are at least 30 homeless people you never see and who aren’t asking anybody for anything; they’re just trying to get back on their feet. They’re busy looking for work—or they’re already working, or searching for other ways to get ahead.”
Well, it’s day eight, but who’s counting?
I wanted to get to my spot by 10 a.m. this morning, so I got up and headed out early to catch the bus, not even taking the time to eat my oatmeal. The oatmeal, by the way, has been a lifesaver. This past winter when we were doing the warming shelters, Mat Lasater (of Lasaters) donated these cool little cups of oatmeal, and all you have to do is add warm water, so I brought some with me to see how they do out in the woods … and from this point on, they’ll be standard issue in Manna Café’s homeless bags. All I have to do is put a little of the water I heat up for coffee in the morning into the oatmeal, and in three minutes I have a healthy breakfast, which is hard to come by out here.
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