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iamdave:

youtellmetolive:

I was sitting in the Barnes & Noble parking lot with my lights and car off. I was texting while thinking of where to go to eat. All I knew is that I didn’t want to go home right then. All of a sudden, there was a knock on my window. I, being the most jumpy person ever, screamed. It was a homeless man holding up a note. I couldn’t really read it because I was honestly scared from being startled. He saw that I was scared and started walking away. I felt so damn bad. I knew he wanted/needed money or food. I saw him go up to another car as well and was rejected. My heart honestly broke. He walked farther and farther and I kept debating if I should go up to him and go into Stake N Shake and go buy him a meal. He ended up walking farther and farther as I got hungrier and hungrier. I drove over to the mall to get Subway. I got a veggie footlong, so I could have half for lunch tomorrow. Then, I decided that I would drive back and give it to him. He probably wouldn’t like it much since it had no meat, but food is food when you’re hungry. I drove back and couldn’t find him. Up and down the parking lot and strip mall. A new wave of anger came over me. I kept kicking myself for not helping him out in the first place. When I pulled out of the parking lot and crossed the intersection, I saw him pushing the stop walk on the other side with his basket. I had no way to turn around or anything in the intersection, so once again my heart fell. Another failed attempt. I feel horrible that I didn’t help him out. I’ve always wanted to sit and have a meal with a homeless person. I guess that’s creepy, but I just think you can learn so much from them and it’s a wonderful experience. I hate myself even more for getting scared or whatever to start with. I hope someone helps him out tonight, tomorrow, or sometime soon.

So, so heart breaking :(