At the meeting I met a girl named Christine. She has been sober 3 years and is not going to live long. She needs a heart transplant and they don't give those to the homeless. She is a smart articulate woman of about forty. She always has a smile and I have never heard her complain about anything. Last night she was in the overflow shelter and the roof was leaking. (we have had record rain the last two days) She was grateful that her spot was dry.
I have friends who have millions but none I respect more then a homeless girl with a bad heart living on the streets of Phoenix.
I guess it's normal that we go through our lives and don't see the homeless. They are there. We avert our eyes. If we made eye contact they might come over and ask for money. Worse yet they might talk to us. For sure we don't want to have then tell us that they were just like us at one time, that would be to much to take.
It's not that we don't give, some clean person picked up the check at the office.
Tonight after I put away my laptop and take my shower I'll give a thought for my friend Christine and sleep, I hope.
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