i met this woman downtown yesterday at the rescue mission.
she sleeps on the concrete.
she doesn’t know how to go dumpster diving properly.
she’s new on the streets.
she used to be a waitress.
she is 32 years old.
she is scared.
she is alone.
her father hates her.
i gave her a sweater.
i sat down with her because she was holding her head in her hands.
i told her she had beautiful eyes.
she said ‘you do too’
i grabbed her hands and asked if i could pray with her.
as soon as i began…
she fell into my lap and cried on my hands.
she looked up at me and said,
”take a picture of this”
”of what?”
”life”tisha leeanne smith (via jane.bird)
