Back off my feet again!

byrickal007

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Updated 10 years ago

What's up! It's me Rick!

Just wanted to touch bases with you. Haven't been doing nothing but scrambling here or there. My voices in my head keep telling me give up! give up! But no not me. I went to the soup kitchen earlier downtown. I went on foot so I could get a little exercise ryhthm-routine going. Saw an old acquaintence whom I rarely see.

It was a female who is homeless and sleeps just about anywhere she can find a semi-soft spot. I like to give her a few dollars pocket change as a good token for her well-being. I learned not to long ago that she had attended college apparently somewhere in the local vicinity and also obtained a degree.

How 'bout that for having all of your eggs in one basket for a change. She did stress too that unemployment was still there for her. In other words, she still can't find a job. I'll pray for her! Can't hurt.

After all-was there at one time myself. I went to group therapy yesterday and got kind of delirious about the way some things were going on while I was in there. I'm the only white guy in the group and although I really don't take prejudice matters to heart, it does kind of seem funny and I also feel out numbered.

Well after I fought with my voices all day long yesterday about the reaction I submitted in group I just felf compelled to give up, hook up my electric guitar and wail away. When you go as long as I do without productive employment, it tends to weigh down on you and it also plays with sore spots in my body and mind.

I'm still on lesson 2 and going to be switchin' to 3 just as soon as I get a little foothold here in the crevice of my living room computer space. Please folks pray for me like you'd pray for an infant child that can't take to mother's milk for the time being.

I saw another girl at the soup-kitchen here in town, in fact I sat close by her. We've brushed in on one another at other local spots in town. She's had some schoolin' and it doesn't seem liek she's waisting her time drinking, gambling or any other foul activity.

She's homeless it seems but keeps herself up rather impressively. I see her at the local coffee house close by where I dwell. The coffee house I'm speaking of is a coffee house-grocery market combined. I buy different food items in the grocery store and carry it in to the coffee house and share it with her sometimes.

You know I don't even know her name. I also give her money on occasion. I like to spread good karma by doing so.