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Mismatch Events to Give Faith

A deaf and homeless lady asks me for a cigarette and a light.

I don’t have either and cry on the inside.

Her speaking is broken and so is my heart.

No matter where you go you always glimpse some sort of suffering.

Always make yourself thankful.

She is thankful anyway.

She tries hard to read my lips and ask me for a single dollar. I do not have this and I am a slave to the debit card.

She is thankful anyway.

She rolls away and tells me to have a great day.

 

A homeless man with a sign on the side of the highway. I give him maybe my last 80 cents. I do not fret. I do not need it more than him and I impede traffic to give.

30 seconds to help someone will give you hours of life to live.

 

A security guard stands by my side as I cry out over a dead battery.

AAA is on route only 3 hours away.

My phone is on 30 percent, but I am thankful anyway.

Thank for breath and safe parking garages.

Thankful for the man with the cables and the woman with the GMC. she tried through broken English to understand me, and spoke to her mother in Latin blooded tongue. I assume she was her mother. The wrinkles around her tired eyes suggest she has more than one child. She has seen more than I have or probably ever will.

 

I am blessed and I am grateful.

Highways blur as the tears fill my eyes.

Thank god I’ve learned to cry and drive.

 

There is seven dollar wine at grocery stores and pharmacy.

Something I thought I’d never see.

 

These mismatch events passed by my eyes so quickly, I forgot to ask names.

I pray for every soul that helped me along the way.

The maxed out credit cards can be fixed. The in-laws will give me time and patience.

 

Fear is a four letter word that is finding its way out of my vocabulary.

The angst is slowly being replaced with light in my soul.

There are good people out there and I try my damndest to be one of them.

Rain leads to rainbows and I’ve found the golden *** at the other side.

My riches are not material they are beings which I believe to be reincarnated souls of angels, who will never let me fall from this tight rope.

I am blessed and so are you.

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johnnie-rae
25 / F / American
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Sep 27, 2022
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