I do not want a home or things. Poverty can become a blessing.

I finally understood Jesus.

But i prayed to be something else.

I went to the store today walking in storm and rainy weather.

When i was nearly home someone drove into my house way.

I ran, but because of health i ran slow.

The person is someone close to me and he went inside the house.

He was there a long time.

I talked to him and told that now all is over.

I search shelter at the " Blue Cross. "

I cried of taking goodbye.

He only laughed at it all.

I can't understand this behavior.

After he left i found the paper with my epickrise about my neck on the floor.

The scary part was that it lay behind the chair i sit on when i blogg and write.