This morning alongside a Chevron station on traffic heavy Hawthorne Blvd. I saw a 50ish homeless man going through a trash can taking recyclables he could turn in for money.
I’ve long spoken with homeless people and parked the car to speak with him.
When I greeted him, he said nothing and hung his head. I handed him some money.
When I did, he stared into my eyes and said, “You did so much to help them, and they killed you! But I have never forgotten you!” He kept staring and expressing his regret for my fate.
I know I’m easy to mistake for Jesus. We are both Jewish, but he had a beard, sandals and disciples, while I just have a red Mini Cooper.
In all the years I’ve dealt with homeless people, I’ve never had this experience. I smiled and wished him well. I told him I have lived many lives (which I have) and will live many more and not to worry. This put him at ease, as we cordially said goodbye.
With Love To All - Dick
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