Shelter Day

Well one week to go before break is over. Sometimes I wonder why I am doing this, and then I go to the shelter. I frequent, as part of my studies, a homeless shelter for women and children. I went over with my advisor to do physicals on the kids who came in over the weekend. These are happy kids and good moms. They find themselves in a strange place in life, but they are good people. These kids have nothing, and they are happy. It gives me perspective. Whenever I get to feeling a little off about my life, I go there, I look in their eyes, and then I go home and shut up.

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