A woman going to work and becomes friendly with a homeless person
Every morning as I walked to work I passed a homeless women sitting on the sidewalk. She huddled beneath two coats to keep warm during the cold New England winter. I usually ignored her as I hurried to start my day, however, I always felt guilty acting as if she didn’t exist.
One morning, I made eye contact and smiled at her. As I put some change in her collection cup, I introduced myself. She told me her name was Ellen.
I continued to contribute to Ellen’s collection cup for the next several weeks but I became curious about her situation. As I became more comfortable I asked to hear about her story.
“I fell on hard times and before I knew it I was evicted,” Ellen stated.
Her plight tugs at my heart strings as I asked, “How can I help you?”
“I’m doing OK, I get my meals at the local soup kitchen and I have a bed at the homeless shelter where I can also take a shower, but we can only be at the shelter from 6 pm to 8 am.” She responded.
Feeling a lump form on my throat, I didn’t know what to say.
Breaking the silence that filled the air, Ellen said, “You know what I miss?”
“What’s that?” I responded.
“What type of books do you like?”
“I used to love reading historical fiction.”
When I returned home that evening, I went through a pile of books I was planning on donating to the library. I found a bestselling paperback that happened to be a historical fiction.
The next morning as I headed to work, instead of adding change to Ellen’s collection jar I handed her the book. The look of gratitude in Ellen’s eye’s warmed my heart on that cold New England day.
Prompt: write a story about a homeless person