I was leaving my college and walking to the bus, a different way than I have used to go before, and this homeless man I have seen before asked me for dollars, I told him I only have my card. I started walking then I remembered seeing him and then I turned back and told him I can buy him a subway and water.
It's amazing how the medication I am currently taking zoloft 50 mg, lets me connect and trust people, even this poor man. I was so sweet to him, like I was a social worker or a volunteer. I talked with him, even though he didn't speak english very well, I understood and also asked what he had said to clarify. He told me about his life and why he is homeless. I told him he deserves to have a house and live like everyone else. I told him to try to get out of this bad situation of being homeless.
Then I asked if he wanted to come in subway to get his sandwich, he said no that he will wait outside. So then I went and got him a foot-long, and 2 water bottles, it was fun, I couldn't do this without medication, the thought of going in a subway and ordering a footlong and telling those guys what I want on my sandwich suffocated me.
So then I came out and handed him the sandwich and water and then he took my hand and prayed with me, he said, I will take Alexandra's help and get help to get out of my bad situation. It was such a nice feeling to be holding this poor man's hands and sit down on the concrete in front of subway and pray with him. Lasted for 4 minutes I would say. While those rich people passed by and stared at me in disgust, and wonder, awe, thinking wow what a nice beautiful girl helping this ugly poor homeless man.
Then he asked me to go buy him a beer from the store, and I hesitated at first telling him that I don't buy beers, then he went on pushing me that if he drinks beer he can get a very good night's sleep. Then I said ok I will go in the store to buy you a beer, and I asked him if he wants to come with me and show me what he wants, but he said he is afraid of the policeman. So maybe the policeman guarding the door only lets rich looking people or middle class inside and kicks out people like him.
So then I went and asked the policeman if he knows what beer I can buy, he said no that he is a wine person, then I told him that I am gonna go in the store with my school bag and told him he can check it when I leave just in case I didn't shoplift. I never could talk so silly like this with policemen, then he let me come in the store and I went to look for a beer, there were a group of men in their 30s I'd say looking at beer and I asked one of them which beer is good for a friend, a new friend I told them, didn't want to tell them I was buying beer for a homeless man comon! So then he showed me an expensive one, I acknowledged his offer, then I went down and got myself a Miller, it was only 6$ and the homeless man told me to buy a cheap one anyway.
I could never ask a stranger in the store his advice on tasty beer before, thanks zoloft!
Then I went to pay, and then I went out and told the policeman that I got the Miller and I told him to have a great day. What I could never have done this without antidepressant!
Then the man was waiting for me closer to the store and as I was walking towards I told him lets go over here, and then I looked back and I saw the policeman looking after me and he saw the homeless man! Then we went around the corner and I gave him the 6-pack of Miller beer and he said thank you and sorry many times and then he said he is gonna go behind the bushes and eat. So then he went and I left to go home.
It's nice how people use you man, next time I will give him a hobo-dollar instead of buying him stuff. He said I have pretty green eyes. Don't they all. He looked about 45 years old, nice sweet face, very dirty nails,
. So many homeless people around my college, wish my college didn't have all these homeless people living behind the bushes. My college is close to grocery stores so maybe that's why they live there. It's a relief that they don't attack people, they beg nicely.