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Chocolate Milk, A Broken Leg and Jerry
My attempt at redemption
If you read my last post I admitted to ignoring a homeless person and how absolutely fucking horrible I felt for days afterwards (even still to this day). I was taken back by one comment from a reader where she went up one side of me and down the other.
Settle down Felicia, I fucking get it. I don’t need you bashing on me.
(You should read it in case you missed it)
Anyway, I made a silent and open promise to the young girl who I neglected. I promised to her I would never do that again. Ignore a homeless person. Even if I don’t have money to give them I will acknowledge their presence.
We have plenty of beggars in Panajachel, Guatemala and I try to give them money if I can. I buy people food, give them water, do whatever I can. It’s what I ‘claim’ to do-help the helpless.
I’m not sure where it came from or why I am so passionate to help them. I’ve made it my mission to do my part in helping. We all have to do our part to obliterate it but let’s be…
