Cheesy journal title, I know.


Allow me tell you about my day.



Today was like any other day, went to work at nine, worked, then got out at two. The interesting parts of my day happened DURING work.

See the store I work at is right across a church, catholic I believe,

anyways


Every now and then they ring their bells, usually randomly and at odd times. Recently I learned that not only do they randomly ring the bells, but they also ring them when there's a funeral going on inside. Well today I was outisde pushing carts, it was a grey day, looked like it was gonna rain, and the bells rang. It was haunting and comforting at the same time and I couldn't help but feel a sense of sympathy. I looked back over at the church as the bells rang and heard police sirens coming from it, the cop cars drove out of the parking lot, and a white herse came out after them. I watched as the herse drove out and was followed by two smaller cars that held the immediate family and the rows of cars that held their friends and other family. I stood there, holding the baskets that I was pushing, and I said to myself in my head.


"God, lay your hands upon them and lead their souls to rest." I then made the cross over my chest and went back to work with the bells still ringing.


After that I was put in a friendly mood, my faith felt like it had been returned by those bells, but as quickly as they came, they were quickly torn down.


A few hours later I was back outside pushnig carts with one of my co-workers when this homeless looking guy came up to us and asked us if we had fifty cents we could give him so he could use the pay phone. At this time I was feeling generous and gave him fifty cents that I had in my pocket. He thanked and blessed me at the same time, I told him that it was no problem and that he was lucky that our coke machine wasn't working. He laughed and proceeded to use the phone and I went back into the store.

No more then ten minutes later, my co-worker comes to my and tells me not to give him money any more. I asked why, and she told me that he asks for money so that he could buy drugs. I told her, well that's fine and all but I heard him put the money in the payphone, she told me that she watched him and that he was only playing with the keys then took my fifty cents and left without making a call.



I felt like a complete idiot.



I never give money to strangers, cause I always think those things. That they only want it buy beer or drugs, but the one time that I feel generous and giving, it ends up coming back at me. It made me think that you can't trust ANYBODY in this world, and the ones you can trust are shunned and ignored because of all the people who have tarnished the word TRUST.


I was in a bad mood for awhile, but it passed. Can't dwell on it or it'll just fester inside you and make you depressed.


TLR? There ARE people in this world that you can trust, it just takes awhile to find them.





On to a lighter note, I am watching the movie The Green Mile.

This is truly a beautiful movie and it is THE only movie that can jerk and twist my emotions around and make me keep coming back for more. I HIGHLY recommend it.






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