I’ve disappointed so many people I’ve met in my life. I’ve failed their expectations, hopes and well-wishes.
I lived life (maybe I should say abused). I drifted to the other side of the line to God’s forgotten children. But here I thrived and found my purpose. While the rest of the world build their walls higher, I broke down barriers between people. While they had sleepless nights about paying for this and that, I was roaming the streets, looking for that lost soul with nothing to eat, and finding a safe spot for them to sleep.
To “skarrel” for a blanket, plastic sheet or a box to help them keep warm. I went right up to the dealer’s house to save another from being beaten up due to money not being paid on time. I spent night after night at Somerset Hospital just so that the user didn’t run away before he received treatment. I went to church on Greenmarket Square and there on the steps I had many nightly conversations with God - and stressed to the devil that evil will never prevail.
Give the poor souls a break. After all, he is nothing but a liar, cheat and thief. “Vade satanas!” I feel sad most of the time. That little dark spot in my soul just never dissolves. Like a shadow, it follows me. At least I know when it is about to come out and play. And it never plays fair.