Traumas come flooding in tonight. It is 3am. The worst on the street is violence from so many people, even though you may be totally innocuous and peaceful. My metis friend Rosie lived a LOT of her life on the street though she now has a place, safe and loving, to stay. She understands all these traumas and though I bet she never could quite get used to them, like me, she accepts them. But I suspect she accepts that this world is selfish and can be very cruel to those who have less or NOTHING. I rebel against it and hate strangers for that very reason: nobody cares. But what can one do but CARE themselves! And they say there are many nice people in the world. There are some, but most people never give to strangers in need they meet. I always have and always will. If I have no money on me, I take time to chat with the beggars sometimes. My own kindness is my morality, my fiber, my guide in this nasty place at times, called earth.