His name is Daniel Loud Hawk. He is a 54 year old, out of work, homeless Native American. He is a former shoe maker with graying hair. He has the teeth of an Englishman. And the face of God. He was waiting outside of Barnes & Noble for someone to offer help. I handed him the only bill I had in my wallet. And that's when something unexpected happened. He said, "You've helped me before, haven't you?" I said to him, "I don't think so." For I know I had not helped this particular man before. Daniel Loud Hawk is not an individual you would forget. But in that moment when he asked that question, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was not Daniel Loud Hawk who was speaking to me. It was my God who has been pressing on my heart not to turn a blind eye to his people in need. It was an incredible experience. Sure I know there is a stigma against homeless individuals. "They'll only buy alcohol or drugs if you give them money." ...
I hope your rambles have been sweet and your reveries spacious. - Emily Dickinson