I take the train at Newark, NJ Penn Station to return home. Like last time, the time before last time, and the time before that, the place depresses me. A sense of misery takes over me as I see jobless, homeless people loitering around. The telltale signs of poverty is there for me to read. I wonder what their story is. I wish life was a level playing field. I pray that their circumstances change and that they have better days ahead.
I sigh heavily and send thanks to the power above for giving me a darling family and a welcoming home to return to.
Thoughts Unlimited 