There’s a homeless guy who has camped out under the viaduct, where I walk on my way to and from work. Tonight, he had started a fire with some newspapers and was huddled in a blanket next to the fire, trying to stay warm.
First, I walked as far away from the fire as possible. Then I said a prayer for him. And then I made a mental note to stop bitching about this cold-ass weather. At least I have a home and electric heat, and I don’t have to start a fire with some newspapers to keep warm.