A bus shelter sits on the corner where I catch the bus in the morning. I often wait inside it in the mornings. The street where I catch the bus travels east and west, and it acts as a funnel for the wind from the west.
I didn?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢t use my bus shelter this morning. Someone else was. Actually, two people were using it, and it seemed they had been there for awhile.
I think they were a man and a woman. I couldn?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢t see their faces. They were lying next to each other on the cement pad, covered with a jacket. An empty wheelchair sat in the corner.
At first, I thought I should probably do something. Then I thought, ?¢‚Ǩ?ìThey?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢re just sleeping. Where?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢s the harm in that??¢‚Ǩ¬ù I let them sleep.
My bus came. While sitting on the bus, a scripture came to mind.
?¢‚Ǩ?ì[You] are willing to mourn with those that mourn . . . comfort those that stand in need of comfort?¢‚Ǩ¬ù (Mosiah 18:9)
