one time I had to check into a suite for a few weeks until I got on my feet young dumb without a plan no one gave me a helping hand ate green beans out the can a week later still no plan met a old lady a few steps down the hall I gave her nothing but respect she look like the type to put you in check she was so sweet to me she always gave me something sweet like a piece of cake a slice of pie a few cookies to get me by she had diabetes so she gave me stuff she couldn't eat I didn't ask her but I wondered how she end up on the street some mornings I had to help her up on her feet she would hold on to me she carried papers in folder wanted to ask what it contained but being nosey wasn't my thing one day she got sick went to the hospital and died I believe I cried for days at time the world was getting colder Ms. Ettat was no longer holding on to my shoulder before I checked out I found out something about the paperwork I was told she did a thirty year bid for murder 79 years old died still on parole you never know who's who and who did what but who am I to judge I mapped out a plan shuck a few hands walked out that place on nothing but faith and every now and then I feel a warm frail hand touching me lovingly