It is called "Same Kind of Different as Me" by Ron Hall and Denver Moore.
It is a true story where "an international art dealer and a modern-day slave from Louisiana become friends after the art dealer is roped into volunteering at a homeless shelter by his saintly wife."
There were two parts that truly touched me and that left me with a lesson were this:
1. When the art dealer, Ron Hall, first started working at the homeless shelter, he ran across this homeless man that was always smiling. It naturally threw him for a loop because he wondered what in the world the homeless man had to be smiling about (especially after learning that the man's son had been tragically killed and his wife had to be admitted because she lost her mind). He decides one day to approach the man and ask him about his constant smile. The homeless man tells him "I woke up today!" How meaningful are those simple words? "I woke up." That's why I said in Monday's post that I was just thankful I woke up... What a blessing to be given another day to live.
2. The very end of the book, when Ron and Denver are recapping their journey together, Denver (the slave) says, "I used to spend a lotta time worryin that I was different from other people, even from other homeless folks. Then, after I met Miss Debbie and Mr. Ron, I worried that I was so different from them that we wadn't ever gon' have no kind a' future. But I found out everybody's different - the same kind of different as me. We're all just regular folks walkin down the road God done set in front of us. The truth about it is, whether we is rich or poor or somethin in between, this earth ain't no final restin place. So in a way, we is all homeless - just workin our way toward home." Perfect explanation by such a simple man.
So for today, I am counting my blessings and thanking the Lord to be alive. :)
Happy Wednesday.
