I Love Meeting New People and Making New Friends
I needed to charge my phone, so I go to this Starbucks right?
And I come to find out there's no outlets.
Well I see this gentleman charging his phone with the one and only outlet there. So I asked him if I could charge my phone in the same outlet.
He said the bottom one didn't work but I could charge my phone. And invited me to join him.
(He's probably in his 60-70s) Black guy.
Come to find out he's a homeless vet.
We had the best conversation ever. Started out with how outrageous the coffee prices are. Then about God. Then about how people don't conversation anymore because of technology. Or even how people on the outside would look at us and be like "oh a young girl talking to an old man who's homeless ewww"
Anyway, I had such a lovely conversation with him. He was so nice and we connected on different levels cause we had the same options about life. Religion. Politics.
He told me his mom died when he was six. His dad died when he was two. That he was in foster care. And now that even though he’s homeless he’s going to classes at a university to get his masters...
And it just makes me so sad cause of the situation of how we treat our vets. But his will to work on himself with what he has and continue.
And just the odds of meeting such a beautiful soul. Like I could have gone into any coffee shop. Or I could have not gone up to him. I was even supposed to go on this trip a month ago. I could have charged my phone at the hotel before I left. He told me he had such a terrible morning that he wanted to jump in front of a car.
But after meeting me he realized God had a plan for him.
I walked away crying my eyes out.
My point is, talk to people. Look around you. Make new friends. Black, white. Homeless, upper class. Young. Old. Everyone. (Obviously not creepy people in dark alleys)
Now I want to get a Navy seal badge tattoo with his military number because of him.
And I come to find out there's no outlets.
Well I see this gentleman charging his phone with the one and only outlet there. So I asked him if I could charge my phone in the same outlet.
He said the bottom one didn't work but I could charge my phone. And invited me to join him.
(He's probably in his 60-70s) Black guy.
Come to find out he's a homeless vet.
We had the best conversation ever. Started out with how outrageous the coffee prices are. Then about God. Then about how people don't conversation anymore because of technology. Or even how people on the outside would look at us and be like "oh a young girl talking to an old man who's homeless ewww"
Anyway, I had such a lovely conversation with him. He was so nice and we connected on different levels cause we had the same options about life. Religion. Politics.
He told me his mom died when he was six. His dad died when he was two. That he was in foster care. And now that even though he’s homeless he’s going to classes at a university to get his masters...
And it just makes me so sad cause of the situation of how we treat our vets. But his will to work on himself with what he has and continue.
And just the odds of meeting such a beautiful soul. Like I could have gone into any coffee shop. Or I could have not gone up to him. I was even supposed to go on this trip a month ago. I could have charged my phone at the hotel before I left. He told me he had such a terrible morning that he wanted to jump in front of a car.
But after meeting me he realized God had a plan for him.
I walked away crying my eyes out.
My point is, talk to people. Look around you. Make new friends. Black, white. Homeless, upper class. Young. Old. Everyone. (Obviously not creepy people in dark alleys)
Now I want to get a Navy seal badge tattoo with his military number because of him.
26-30, F
