A Savior

I have become accustomed to taking the tri rail down the coast of south Florida. A spent a day in Fort Lauderdale on the beach where kids were celebrating spring break. I was just another kid on vacation until I put my bag back on and homeless people were trying to hang out with me. I was depressed by the spring break. Everyone seemed so desperate to hook up and they were all completely shameless about it. I guess I didn't belong in a scene like this anymore.

I fit in more with the homeless people but they kept asking me to "blast" with them (which I am pretty sure it means heroine.) So, I couldn't hang with them too long but they did give me a lot of advice on how to take care of myself on the streets and where the best shelters are.

On the 27th I wrote this in my journal:

"I am in such a complete state of homesickness and loneliness that I am not sure if I can operate logically. I am making short cuts on my trip and I am not moving forward. I want to cut out the keys and the everglades because I don't have the heart? Anything to get me home sooner, I have missed so much awesome stuff with easy living and I question if it's worth it. Just get me to Tallahassee where I know someone."

Luckily God heard my cry because that day I got a call from a man named Rusty who offered me a place to stay in Lake Worth with him. So after I watched the last spring training game of the season I got on the bus and headed south to Rusty's.