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.<\/p>\n
I didn?\u00a2\u201a\u00c7\u00a8\u201a\u00d1\u00a2t use my bus shelter this morning. Someone else was. Actually, two people were using it, and it seemed they had been there for awhile.<\/p>\n
I think they were a man and a woman. I couldn?\u00a2\u201a\u00c7\u00a8\u201a\u00d1\u00a2t 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.<\/p>\n
At first, I thought I should probably do something. Then I thought, ?\u00a2\u201a\u00c7\u00a8?\u00ecThey?\u00a2\u201a\u00c7\u00a8\u201a\u00d1\u00a2re just sleeping. Where?\u00a2\u201a\u00c7\u00a8\u201a\u00d1\u00a2s the harm in that??\u00a2\u201a\u00c7\u00a8\u00ac\u00f9 I let them sleep.<\/p>\n
My bus came. While sitting on the bus, a scripture came to mind.<\/p>\n
?\u00a2\u201a\u00c7\u00a8?\u00ec[You] are willing to mourn with those that mourn . . . comfort those that stand in need of comfort?\u00a2\u201a\u00c7\u00a8\u00ac\u00f9 (Mosiah 18:9) <\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"