Since my breakup I’ve been feeling a little down. I’ve felt like things couldn’t possibly be worse. Especially after how things went. So I went on a 5:00 am jog and of course I get hungry and end up here…
So I get this mega-crave for tacos because quite frankly, there’s nothing a taco can’t fix.
As I’m leaving the store I still feel pretty down but that’s when I saw these guys.
Then it struck me. You know, it could be a lot worse. I’m lucky I have a family who loves me and a roof over my head. I feel bad for them and wish I could find them a place to stay but that is beyond my capacity.
I’m a very lucky guy and I’ve got a lot of good things going for me and it could be a lot worse. What if I were sitting out on a rainy mild night sleeping against the wall?
It was inevitable…I get humbled again. I got them some donuts but to think about the life they have to live is even more a depressing thought than what I’m whining about.