To the Homeless Girl at the Gas Station

I’m ashamed of myself and I’m so sorry.

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I saw you sitting just outside the lot with your dog. I watched you for awhile and wondered what your story was. I saw your sign but couldn’t make out what it said. I felt really sad for you. My heart hurt for you.

As we pulled out we had to stop the RV because the hood popped open by accident. We were 10 feet away from you. I watched you sit and shiver. It looked like you were crying.

I’m so sorry.

I still couldn’t read your sign so if you needed money I couldn’t have helped you anyway. We had none. We barely had two cents to rub together. But we had food. Lots of it.

But I didn’t get out to see what you needed.

I was totally selfish

I wondered if I should get out and ask what you needed. I wondered if I should get out and at least get you some food. I wondered if you just needed money for drugs.

I wondered a lot of things.

Once our issue was fixed we drove away. And I didn’t stop thinking about you and how selfish I felt for not offering to help you.

I’m so sorry.

But I have a good excuse.