I just got home from the lunch shift. A little slow, but still tiring. And full on Persian food which is my newest culinary discovery. Yesterday I was really stressed out, but today I feel ok. I have a job, I got a free meal, my belly is full and my pockets have twenties is them.
I'm not on top, but certainly not on bottom. My father called on the walk home from the restaurant to see how I was doing. I told him I was working, nearly everyday, and I was making some money and my fridge was full. As I said this, I looked across Saint Mary's Avenue in downtown San Antonio and saw the small groups of homeless people huddled in the entrances to abandoned buildings. I don't have it so bad. And I feel very thankful.