Hurricane

I have worked many hours in the past week. Most of it not appreciated. Most of it, was not enough. Today, I was able to put a guest on a bus and send her to family in Florida. My heart was full, I will miss her. She had a way about her. A simple innocense about her.

But for those each day that I try to provide lodging is not enough. They always need more towels, more food, more something. I am a giving person. But, I can't give anymore. I am ready for someone to give to me. I am not asking for material things. I just want someone to listen. Someone to understand what I feel. Someone to hold my hand and to pat me on the shoulder or to say, I can cry and it would be okay. I am not asking for much. Hell, I am not asking for anything except compassion.