Everyone has had at least one good samaritan in their lifetime,
including me. I remember one in particular who approached me
when I was homeless and without shoes. But, the thing is is that
I was just living as homeless, because I had left my home during
a full blown episode. I left without shoes, as I have done in the
past, and grabbed a blanket that looked warm enough to keep me
warm on a cold night.
Wandering around various parts of town (I cannot fully remember
the parts of town that I had visited). I was performing pre-school
clown acts to draw attention, hoping someone would help me.
I had aleady been arrested and not charged twice. I even left
the "tank" at the local jail without shoes. And it was soon after
this that a nice couple spotted me and the wife approached me
noticing I was barefoot and walking on glass.
She said to me, " Please, can I buy you some shoes? What
size do you wear?"
My reply is a bit fuzzy, but I acquiesced. She requested that
I wait for her near a shoe store, on a set of stairs close by. So, I
waited for what seemed quite a while and when she didnt come
back I took off continuing to wander.
Somehow, she found me. Not too far from the stairs. My feet
were badly injured and when I thanked her for the shoes and put
them on, they fit so perfectly that it felt like my feet were bandaged.
That is not the first time I had wandered off without shoes, but it
was the first time someone had noticed with concern.
I would like to thank that couple for such a generous gift and
concern. For at least a year, even after being found, those were
the only shoes I had to my name. "Thank you, (aunt luz)". I dont
know her true name, but that is the name my symptoms told me
belong to her. Thank you and may God bless the both of you.