Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Jack in the Box

Just got back from a friends house. The four of us got to share our current struggles and relational problems. It was nice to actually pray with each other spontaneously. We were having such a good conversation but I really had to pee. I hate when your in scenarios where you feel like you don't wanna miss anything, and there's also never a good opportunity to get up and use the bathroom.

On my way home around midnight, I stopped at a jack in a box drive thru where a guy in his young twenties came up and asked if i could help him buy some food. I got him a chicken sandwich and a drink. He mentioned that his mom called the cops on him and kicked him out. He said he's been living on the streets for 2 weeks and jus looking for a job. Even though I tend to be a skeptical and cautious around homeless people, this guy seemed authentic. Maybe it's because he asked for food instead of money. Or maybe it was something in his eyes that just screamed for some sort of help.

I asked him if he had any other family or friends he could ask for help. He said no. I asked if he checked any homeless shelters. He said they were too crowded with people. It sounded like he really didn't know what to do. I suggested that he could go ask some churches around the area for help tomorrow since their usually willing to help. I asked for his name and he said Martez or something. I asked if he had a cell phone for some reason. but he didnt. I left him sayin that all he could really do is keep praying and that I hoped everything would work out. I drove home really worryin about the guy. I knew I couldn't put myself at risk by offering him a ride or finding him a place to stay. But a part of me really wanted to just drop everything and make sure this guy would be alright. But i didn't. I jus cleaned my car and couldn't find anything else to give him.

It really bothered me that here I was driving home to take a warm shower and to jump into a warm bed, while he would be out sleeping on the streets. It made me feel sick that I buy so many unnecessary things when he was just grateful for a $2 meal. I just wish i knew what to do or what I could've done. 

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