Home Visit 1-5

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Who am I to be doing this? Who am I in their lives to feel obligated as I do? I’m nothing but a stranger, some person they met at a coffee shop. Some person they’ve talked to for a bit. So why do I feel this way? I’ve felt sad when they’ve felt sad. I’ve felt pain when they’ve felt pain. Why? What emotional obligation do I have to them, or to myself, to feel how I do? I can only blame myself. I’ve somehow found myself seeing the beauty of humanity. The pain and suffering, the joy and love. And right now, just looking at the utterly sad state the man in front of me was in, I see the love and joy in him. I see the pain and suffering. I see what he’s been through, what waits for him in the future, all the things he could possibly do, and what might not be. I let him sleep here for the night.