What little bit of what's left of me
almost died today.
Those things that mean so much in this world,
I lost along the way.
I met a man as cold as me.
He found what i had lost.
He turned around and gave it back..
He knew just what it cost.
In a world so cold and hard,
I was hanging by a thread.
What would I've done without his heart?
I surely would be dead.
(The reason for this poem)
This man gave me back my billfold that I had left in the shower at the homeless shelter I was staying in.It had all my stuff in it. It would have taken me 5 months to get it all back. I wouldn't have had the two dollars a day to live there anymore. I gave him half the money I had. I road to my bank with him to withdraw the money. I watched him help someone else even before we got to the bank. This same young man might be headed to prison in two days for things that he had to do to help his family. He could have kept my billfold and the twenty dollars that was in it. He could have gave the money to his wife and fifteen month old son, but he didn't. I don't know if you can understand or even grasp what he did for me. He gave me back a piece of my soul.