“I’m a $@#%ing Freak!”

bekah General 2 Comments

From the back of the trail I see her swaying back and forth on a bench by the playground.

I push forward anyway.

I don’t want my boys to be afraid or uncomfortable around homeless people. I don’t want them to hide behind my legs or pretend they aren’t within earshot of a stranger as they run up stairs and whoosh down slides. I want them to look the man or woman that happens to be homeless in the eye, smile, say hello, and choose to overlook their unconventional appearance or unpleasant odor.