Stand in The Rain

"There she was. Standing in the rain. Alone, crying and alone. Everyone passing her, no one noticing...and then I felt it, I felt everything, and she was not alone anymore..."

I picked up a hitchhiker today...
A woman sobbing, rain pouring down, standing on a corner with an empty animal carrier.
She was in her 60's.
Apparently she'd been standing there for some time, just hysterical, people driving by, looking beyond it, pretending not to notice her.
I noticed her.
I felt it.
I felt it all.
I felt it all, I stopped, because I noticed her, and I stopped and held out my hand.
She explained why she was there, why she was alone on a street corner mid-day, in the rain.
She had just come from an animal clinic. Her dog of 5 years, one of two, her only companions, was drowing in his own fluids and she had the choice: bring him home and have him a little longer for herself, or let him go and be pain-free. She chose the latter. She described, tearfully, "Duke's" last moments, with her holding his paw, petting his tri-colored head, telling him how much he meant, how much she loved him...and then he was gone.

I'm not a saint. I'm the farthest from it you will probably meet.
"You're a Discordian Saint"-friend.

Donde Estoy

I'm torn

I'm sewn

I'm seeping

I'm glued together

I'm a sinner

I'm forgiven

I'm a friend to many though few I allow in I'm likely the most stubborn person (except for one specific man who rivals it) the earth has ever encountered

Counterbalanced by my complete outpouring of every ounce of love and compassion I have within me for almost anyone I encounter and anyone I can help and will stop at virtually nothing until my last breath to help people, or at least I like to think it's balanced...

I'm resilient, that much is for sure.