The Day A Homeless Man Stole My Boots

     Hello again. It's me Bobby Tequila and I am here to tell you about this incident that happened here recently. Well, the story begins as I am going to work. I walk the streets in the downtown area for several blocks from where I park and along my path there is this certain bus-stop where this homeless man sits. It never fails, every morning when I am in that area, I see him.

     He is an eye soar with his roughed up shaggy beard. He wears a heavy coat under the sun and some tattered shorts. He sits with no worry in the world and he sits there with his travel cart on wheels. Maybe there is some stacked newspapers in that cart, but mostly it's just plump trash bags. What gets me is no matter what, he has this big white gleaming smile. Without any words I concluded that at least he was a proud man.

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     Then one day he found some courage to stand up and approach me. He asked for some spare change. The first few weeks I made it a priority to buy some breakfast and coffee whenever I saw him. That gesture then turned into me just giving him $5.00. I remind you that seeing him was daily and having him as a responsibility, well, it can take it's toll. Thinking about it, well it was those sandals he wore that got me.

     Financially I can maintain what needs to be done. I believe in bringing home values and happiness to those around me as much as I can, but let's be real. Freedom to be the person I am meant to be, is what matters. Instead of me working hard for the money, I want to be in a position where my money is working hard for me. So that leads me here to this blog.

     I want you to know that if ever in position where I can help, I will, and in return, all I ask is gratitude and appreciation for such deeds. I hate it when people forget. I say this because that homeless man sitting the bus-stop every day, well he served our nation. He told me coming home from overseas, the America he knew was no more. I couldn't help it but to agree.

    Needless to say, I took off my boots and gave them to him. Lucky, I had my running shoes with me that day.