The Only Difference Between Us

Yesterday afternoon and evening, I went with the Woodruffs to serve dinner at Union County Community Shelter. There were men, women, families, and children. They were polite and rude. They ate until they were full and they tried to sneak food out to trade for their addictions. Some came back to the kitchen to say thank you with sincerity and some came to see if any of the purses were unattended on the counter. How do I know? Same way I knew how to work the steam dishwasher, I’ve been there before. 

We joke about me being technically homeless, when in reality, the only real difference right now between them and me is you. I can hear Emorie telling me that I put myself in this situation and I did. It wasn’t that long ago that the house was such a struggle that it made me think of downsizing. There were definitely moments in the RV parked in that trailer park with no floor, plumbing, or electricity that I knew I was in over my head.
As I was leaving, I saw a man in the parking lot changing clothes out of the trunk of his car. Really the only difference between him and me is that I’ve got all of you. Thank you. 

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