It's odd how beauty can strike you at the most unusual times and in the most unusual forms.
There is this women that regularly comes into the Homeless Center where I work. She is beauty in the truest form of the word. If you can look past the weathered skin and into her aging eyes you can understand beauty.
Since working here at the Center I have noticed how sometimes all people really need is someone to talk to. Sometimes that is all that she needs, someone to listen to her. Hearing the way she talks about her life on the streets is unreal. Unreal not for the fact of the robberies and the hardships that she faces as a homeless person. But unreal because her perspective is one like I've never seen before. She truly lives life to the fullest. Finding humor in the trials that she faces and optimism in the hardships she endures.
I am learning what beauty looks like.
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I freakin' love you and your beautiful writing!
I was just thinking about you this morning. Hopefully I can see you before I leave! I leave Dec. 27... so crazy!
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