“Help me.” . she said. I could see that she meant so much more, she wanted to say so much, but did not want to beg, or tell a story like a cheap cry for a hand out. If she were to die on the street then she would die with dignity.
I looked into her eyes and knew i should help her, but I had no money.
I asked her, “What do you need?” and she said, “I need food and rest, and money, but most of all, i need peace of mind.
I dont offer peace of mind, but I can offer something to eat and a place to sleep, with no strings attached if you want.
If you promise me, true rest, without rudely waking me up , that would give me peace of mind . But why would you help me for nothing in return?
Because whatever your purpose, is not for me to judge, and a sinner i may be, but when God talks to me, I listen.
Really.
Well, a couple of times , i did not listen.
What did he do?,
He told me he knew that I would.
Of couse he would.
What.. tell me?,
No, …that he knew.
That he knew he would tell me ?
No , that you would not listen .
Well he did know the other as well, he is God.
So i humbly accept your kind offer
but i have to ask, does God talk to you alot ?
He certainly does, almost constantly.
Yeah, what does he say?
Well its very meaningfull
How so?
Well, i cant explain it, He doesnt say much, but it is always very moving .
Really, what kind of things does he say?
Well sometimes, is , yeah i knew that, or, i know, or yeah.. sometimes,, naa. but most of the time is mm hmmm.
Well Umm i see the hare krishnas handing out soup, ill be back, better yet, give me the address.
Ahhh, really.
Really,
OK Whats your name?
Ahhh Mary, Mary Christmas.
YOur very classy fora stree t girl mary, i hope your off it soon and do not compromize yourself.
I Would not take you for granted . i am a good man. c u mary.