I bought breakfast for a homeless
person. I feel good about myself for the first time in months. Dealing with college exams and my exgirlfriend
had made me begin to contemplate my value as a person. From all the underhanded ways I made meager amounts of cash (selling alcohol, pimping
my body to the med students MRI
machine, offering information for a price), I doubted that I was saveable; I was going straight to hell, and there was nothing that could get in my way
. Maybe God
, if he exists will forgive me, maybe I love myself after all.
Sometimes you feel like nothing you can do will change anything.
And every now and then, the small things make all the difference.