The magic called Marie...
When I woke up the next morning, the sky was clear and the sun was just beginning to rise. So I sat up,
tied my shoes, stood up, stretched, pulled the backpack over my shoulders and trudged down the stone steps.
I had no idea where to go.
But when I got to the corner, I saw a store that is a standard, retail landmark. I crossed the street and
made a beeline for it.
After I heard the angels sing in the restroom, I sighed and wandered back out to the parking lot.
"Somebody please help me" I prayed to myself. And a few minutes later, someone did.
Her name is Marie.
And she is a very sweet, kind and perceptive individual with a good heart. Somehow, through the
swirling clouds of my own desperation, she saw me. But, unlike the cop that I met the night before, Marie
did not walk away.
I think that you'd like her, Sunny.
Marie had just finished up working a third-shift at the store. But she packed me up and took me home
with her. Then, she fixed me breakfast, helped me start some laundry, let me take a bath and then she and I
went to sleep. She laid down on the big sofa and I sacked-out on the smaller couch. And for the next 8 hours,
we shared each other's company...unconscious on our respective cushions.
When we woke up again, the sun was over on the other end of the sky. Marie told me about her family and I finished up my laundry and ate dinner. Marie and I compared notes about computers and significant others (she is a newlywed and her husband's job takes him away from home for days at a time) and life.
The next day, Marie packed up a nice bag full of food, snacks, plastic utensils, sodas and water. She gave it to me and we headed back out the door of her home, together. Marie and I tried organizations, agencies and churches in the area...but no one wanted to help me.
That ticked Marie right off.
Finally, she drove me as far as she could and then she dropped me off. Little did she or I know just how bad things were going to get after that.
(--To Be Continued--)