Money

After an exhausting month in Texas I found myself completely broke, without much food, and needing to drive back up to Montana.  I did something I never thought I would do for money (nothin illegal) and set out feeling sorry for myself.  My plate was a whole heaping pile of full, with gravy slathered on top.  Then it happened.  I saw them everywhere.  Sitting on street corners, walking down the sidewalk, hiding under overpasses, and even retreating into woods.  They were everywhere and nowhere.  The homeless.  In spite of my destitute situation I did have some food.  I had a 26 foot travel trailer for a home, and more importantly I had a husband and eight amazing children who loved and cared for me.  I have brothers and sisters, friends, and fellow travelers who despite increasing pressure on our time earnestly want to be there for me when I am struggling. 
I have fed the homeless before, given money, passed out food, but I think that this year I want to make a concerted effort to be their friend.  Someone to share their load with, someone to lap up the gravy of life and be.  I cant change the world.  We have already established that I am not independently wealthy, but I can connect with someone who needs connection.  Connections my journey is about connecting with people.