Give me what I need


A small, slim, black woman, was begging for alms in Castro street , San Francisco. All she had , was her filthy clothes and a plastic cup in his hands with some dimes. She was obviously a homeless, and by her looks probably very sick, maybe AIDS.

She didn’t have neither a shopping cart with belongings. Nothing. Her clothes and her plastic cup. That was all. She was sitting in a bench looking to nowhere with a tired expression in her face.

Lucy passed by and left her some coins before she entered the nearby mexican bakery to by some bread and pastries to celebrate the birthday of a mexican friend. She made her choice and when she went to the queue for the cash register she found that before her it was the homeless woman counting his coins to see if she could pay a bread roll.

The cashier was telling her in a nasty way that she better would hurry up because she was smelling very bad and was a disgrace for her store. Lucy and another man who was also waiting in the queue told the cashier to don’t talk that way, and both gave her money to pay two bread rolls for the poor woman. She said thanks and went out.

When Lucy went out of the bakery she made some other errands and then she went back to looking for his car. She passed again in front of the bench where the homeless was. She was waiting for her.

Miss. I only wanted to thank you for defend me in the bakery. She said crying. That lady in the store said I smell badly, and she said I should be ashamed. You know? I would like to be clean and have a good shower every day, but I had no place in the shelter tonight, nor the night before. Nobody wants me, because I’m sick. I don’t like to wear this rags, but I have no other clothes.

Lucy tried to console her .

Now, now. She probably doesn’t realize how difficult is for you something that for her is so easy, like to have a shower and clean clothes. Don’t worry about her. The rest of the people in the store understood your circumstances. I understand you. What can I do to help you?.

Nobody loves me. Could you give me a hug?

Of course.

People walking by Castro street looked surprised to see a sick slim black homeless in rags and an elegant white woman in a tight long hug.


Author: Olga Brajnović

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