Today I learned news that I lost a relative. I never had the chance to meet him, because I have yet to visit my family in Puerto Rico. He was 96.
El Centro, CA — I met a lot of fine people there and began to again see the generosity in others that seemed in decline elsewhere. Here are some photos and stories from the trip. Next stop: San Diego.
It wasn’t that I wasn’t called homeless. It wasn’t that I won the argument. I was prideful for being seen for I am under circumstances that I would have expected the opposite result from.
Values and virtues are the one thing that no one else can take away from you. You have to give those up. “Beggars can’t be choosers.” Why not?
Are all runaways alone? And other questions I would ask the people of the Central American caravan in hopes of maybe getting a better understand myself as a chronically depressed and all-around isolated person.
If you’ve known me for a few years, especially in person, you may be familiar with a monthly habit that I have. And no, I don’t mean my time of the month habits… I mean the habit that I have had since 2015, on the first of every month. Monthly