learning life from service

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I sit here and realize, that all people are different and yet long to be equal. Faces, speech and body shapes change like the wind. Some have laptops and others are toothless. Few flip through the pages of forms, filling out page after page looking for hope... while others can't clearly say or spell their name. We all live a life but few of us claim responsibility for our own. All want their space but few have the will-power to change. Shifting the blame while all looking to be the same. Books are read, games are played, phone calls and conversations fill the air but all is not the same...
The difference hinders equality or is equality hindering our differences. The amazing thing is that we all know our name and where we are from... no matter what tomorrow brings. All humanity has a story that desperately needs to be heard, would someone please listen.

I sit here at the homeless shelter...