When my father abandoned us, we were homeless for nearly 2 years. My mother worked from 9 to 4, serving tables. The rule was after school I would spend my time in the library.
Homeless kids are the quiet ones. We don’t want to bring attention to us. There is a shame with being homeless that leaves deep wounds. I was not special, not more gifted, but blessed by kind hearts. God sent me angels when I needed them most. Not special, but blessed by others.
Everyday for those two hard years, Mrs. G greeted me with cookies and hot chocolate. She knew without asking. She would always give glowing reports to my mother when she came to pick me up. She did not judge my mother, she understood - there go I, for the grace of God.
Her kindness, her humanity, and her choice of The Count of Monte Christo held me strong. She fed my hunger without asking. Her humanity fed my soul.
Where would I be without a public library?
Dead or in prison. If you are wondering what tune inspired me today....it's Deseree's You Gotta be > https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WRUwSk9UTrA <
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