when my great grandmother died.....i never had the chance to say good bye.

i try not to cry, but i only do when i see things happening to REAL people right in front of me.

i was in florida, and i saw this homeless man so i bought him like 25 dollars worth of wendys.
he looked at me and just smiled, he said he hadnt eatn' in 2 or 3 days, i sat down and talked to him he told me he wasnt always homeless he had a family 2 boys and a wife.
his one boy got cancer and the man did all he could to help his son, but he still died.
his other son went to war and died he was still MIA then he said that his wife had gotten cancer also he had no insurence at this time and the bills for his wifes life where barely covered by the equity of his home so he used it.
his wife lived about 2 months more then died.
he said he had no reason to live every thing he had ever wanted was gone in a 4 year span. he started drinking, and didnt work, he lost his home, and wound up on the street.
this all happened in 2002.
i saw the same man in the publix off of A1A in 2006, he smiled at me and i just yelled "BLUE!" thats what i called him.
i asked him how was life now?
he said i have a nice home, a dog and saving up for a XBOX and a big T.V.
he told me that what i did made him think he was still here and his kids and wife would probably want him living good.
he didnt have a car, he had a bike. i did too so we road to his house.
he showed around and he went in his room and handed me the receipt i had given him with the wendys.
he have me a hug and my 25 dollars back.
i was reluctant to take it but he insisted so i took the money.
as soon as i walked out side i started to cry.

i knew that i had done something amazing something that was beyond anything that i will probably ever do again.