I am not a writer. I just write.
When you first decide, hey I'm going to start journaling but not really but really. But, still want to put it out there to the public because why not? Someone else is feeling this way, right? I feel this is more of my reflection of the people I come across or maybe not even come across but see. I guess this is the story of the people I help. or we help. this is them in a more elaborate way but yet private. How to share their stories and not put a face.
I don’t know why I chose to do this. It's honestly my most hated question. “why do you do this?” I mean why don’t you? See I help our unhoused neighbors. why I do it, is a million dollar fucking question because I don’t have an answer. I fall in love with everyone I meet. I remember their name, their features, their birthdays, their favorite food and so much more. I dream about their journey, I dream and try to see why they are here in my path. Sometimes they don’t need me, but I need them. I have never felt so human and alive around people than when I do when I am around them. I guess this is just a long thank you to them for making me smile every time I see them, for making me feel loved when they feel like no one loves them. For making me feel apart of their family when their families might not want them.
I don’t know how I will post their story. But I will. Because the world deserves people like them and to know they exist.
