Excepting who we really are

I was working down town Vancouver this last five days.

What a great experience to see all different diverse people.

Speaking to some homeless people with anger in their voice, reminded me of who I was in the past.

They  want me to feel sorry for them, but that was me. That is what I needed.

I believe they could use the truth about who they have become in there life, understand who they are is important telling them the real truth that they have pain within.

This was me living in the past.