We are at an inner city fast food joint. A woman about my age comes toward me, unsteadily.
Can I spare any money?
Sure. But I opt to buy her a meal instead.
She says that the manager doesn’t like her in the store. I meet her with the bag in the parking lot.
She tells me “homeless” and “daughter” and “not get along” and I think Jewel then I think failure/mother.
I hug the woman and pray for her as though she is my family, my daughter, my responsibility.
Because she is.