My friend, Lowell, describes himself as a panhandler. A few weeks ago he showed me his writing notebook. "City Streets" is one of his essays, and he gave me permission to share it on my blog. Thank you, Lowell, for giving us a glimpse into your life.
This place I live, the city streets. There are so many cracks everywhere. At times, so many things fall through those cracks. You wouldn't believe how thoughts, lives, religion, drugs, alcohol, dreams (the best of plans), blood, life, physical, spiritual and more things fall through. Then the rain comes and washes away some, but there are stains left.
The next day the buses still run–some on time, some not. Today has been good; sometimes that scares me. Is this my destiny, to live in these city streets, try to figure everything out for the rest of my life?
Hey! How about "new state of mind!" What about "Let's Do It and Do It Right This Time." Have to tell you, I am what I am. But now I think I'm about to change. I can truly tell you that's something I never thought possible. A life I thought was lost, now I believe can come around.
There's a new freedom, a happiness, that I refuse to let disappear down those cracks.