YOU'LL BE WANTING THE WHOLE DAY OFF

So anyway there I am sitting at the freeway offramp waiting for the light to change and I find myself able to buy many things. I could buy oranges, flowers, donate to people of need. I could even hire someone who only wanted to be paid in food. This got me thinking (as I often do), how close are all of us to losing our comforts? I've heard that for many of us the only thing that separates us from the homeless is one or two paychecks. I don't know about you but I don't think I have the survival skills necessary to make it without money. I'm not sure which way the avocado pit needs to face when planting to have delicious guaclmole next year. My carpenter skills fall far short of the skills needed to build that perfect hut. Besides where would I build it any way. Just about every square yard in this country is spoken for. What would a man of the city do if faced with no job and no prospects? Even worse how about being a man at the age one would consider pretty close to being over-the-hill? I sure don't feel like starting over. Or competing with a bunch of twenty-something. I guess I could try to hand out carts at my local Wal-mart. I heard McDonald's is an age friendly kinda place. "Hey kid you wanna super-size that meal". If fresh air is what I want I could become a human sign. Have you seen this yet? People standing on street corners waving signs at you as you drive by. When did it become cheaper to hire someone to stand on the street for hours and hours instead of just getting a piece of wood and some nails. Maybe an old bike with a basket. I could ride around collecting old soda cans or bottles. Needless to say after seeing all of this the future frightens me. I feel as though I am in a big giant Dickens novel. "All very busy". "Then those people must go there". "Many would rather die". I feel akin to all those trying so hard just to make it one more day. I may one day be on the street corner right across from them. I could be the one waving the large sign at you as you drive by. Right at this moment my retirement plan means buying the lotto twice a week. So far no retirement. So never will I look at someone as being less than me. Never will I think less of someone for trying to sell me fruit or flowers on some corner. Never will I judge because someone needs one more quarter for another bottle. We all have our own way of trying to make it through one more day. As long as God is willing my wallet will always be open to those that have less than I. For I know someday I may be the one that needs a quarter. And God bless us every one.