On this, what must be the rainiest day I can remember after thirteen years on the streets, I once again am confronted with the irony that seems to be the substance of life. I honestly prayed to the God I am so often angry with last night that there would be a break in the rain in the morning between 7 and 8am. Some street people talk to imaginary people on broken telephones. I understand this. In contrast, I talk to a God who never says anything and could therefore be classified as imginary. Yet, this morning, after a solid night of rain where I did not get wet though I was not indoors, I woke up just in time to make the walk up the North Avenue hill to my appointment at the Homeless Day Service Center to enroll in the housing program, again. My appointment was at 10:30am. The day center doesn't open until 10am. So, with my finger in the air, and my eyes on the skies, I made the decision to go in that direction skipping breakfast at the 1st Baptist Church,
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