A Part Of Me I Don't Understand
I got reminded of a part of me I don't really like yesterday. I was at a Big Lot parking lot , when a man walked up. (Friendly type), He ask me if I could spare a little change. I didn't have any to spare, but we talked for awhile. I told him I was staying at a homeless shelter. I guess he had stayed there before. He told me that was a good way to ask for money from passer byes. I watched him ask a few people and they gave him money left and right. We talked a little longer and I said I had to go. I had never ask anybody for help. I don't think its pride. I just don't know how. I still had to wait till five o'clock to get in the shelter, so I went down to the Walmart parking lot. I set there for about twenty minutes just thinking. I wonder why, I can't get myself to ask for help . This old gentlemen came back to his car beside me. It was a very fancy car, probably a new Lincoln . He looked at me and asked if I needed any help? Of cource the first words that popped out of my mouth were, No I am OK and thanked him. He got in his car and drove away. That hit me kind of hard. Very few people have ever asked me if I needed help. I felt my cold heart melt a little as he drove away. I thought to myself , He did help me more than he will ever know just by asking. I wish I knew how to except help when I know i need it though. Maybe life wouldn't be so hard.