Inspirational Day Part 2

So after I returned from town I ate supper and took off again to buy some much needed food! As I was heading to the backery a few streets down, on a now chilly evening, I met a homeless man huddled up by a fence on the street. I remembered what my sociology professor has told us about the homeless in last weeks class- people usually can't look a homeless person in the eyes, because it causes shame and it hurts. It forces you to face the fact that these are people too! Anywho I made a point to look at this man and respond to him when he said hello politely. However the backery next store was closing in a few minutes so I was in a hurry. Once inside I decided to treat him to something aswell. When I came outside I engaged him in coversation, all though he seemed very distant and perhaps drugged. He had very frightening eyes, and a slow, perhaps delayed speech. I asked him if he'd ever been to the backery next store and he said yes, although he didn't seem to understand what I was asking. And I gave him the cookies and told him I'd just bought myself some and had heard good things about the backery. I wish I could of done more, but it was a good start. Someday I really want to make it my goal to be more human with the people that need it the most, and have more dialogue with the homeless. He said "thank you love" and I was on my way. I hope he likes them.. I hope I got a good kind! I felt kind of stupid buying him some stupid cookies instead of something really nutritious, or a blanket or something.. Oh well.

Anyway next I went to the market and gathered up some grub. It was here that I met the most amazing woman at cash! She was a big black lady, probably around 50 years old. She looked very tired and I asked her if she was and how her day was. She told me that she is a mature, Masters student at DalHousie and she works 4 jobs!! She's had 3 kids aswell, who are also in university. I told her that it sounded like she did a good job with them!

I don't know how she does it, I told her I often have trouble balancing my school alone. She told me that going to back to school takes guts, but it's never to late and it's one of the best things she's ever done for herself. She told me it's truely fullfilling. When I told her my mom wants to go get her Red Seal (to be a cheif) she told me to tell her to do it! Call her tonight in fact !

Her pastor once said something during a sermon at her church that changed her life. He said:

"The richess places in the world are not the oil fields of Kuwaite
or the diamond mines of South Africa but the cemetaries filled with so many dead who never fullfilled their dreams"

Last semester she maintained a B average! She's now writing her Masters thesis with Political Science as her major.

On my way home I swear I didn't even feel the weight of my groceries or the pain in my feet and I speed walked home. Kind of brought me down coming back into the lazy, negetive atmosphere of my student housing though. A mess of dishes everywhere, and my roommate bitching as usual "Ughhhh I feel like deathhhh". Arg well maybe you shouldn't of drank so much last night, slept all day, and eaten only poutine :|! Anyway the first thing I did once unpacking the groceries is message mom about this whole story.

I think I love life again!