There is a really messed up and ill indian lady from indian descent who hangs out at the coffee shops strip in maillardville. The shops are AMAZING with her and never bully her out of their vicinity.

She is unfortunately totally sick and flegmy, and cannot speak properly maybe mentally ill too.

She asked us for a coffee and BJG asked her what she wanted: iced cappucinno, the most expesnive drink there! Fuck! Anyway, BJG bought it for her and she complained anyway. The coffee staff said she only complains about everything. I personnally have a lot of trouble hearing what she says at all, anyway.

Thank you God for BJG who was nice to this poor soul, lost soul if there is any such thing.

She repusled me today and I felt bad to God because of it. I was nice to her and thanked God for BJG. I know it is totally unhelpful to say that , but according to kamma, she must a really really fucked up in her last life. Or then she is only always fucked up like that for a while simply. Everyone in that hood though and strip is super nice to her. So she is not ignored and forgotten. For this, I thank God only who inspires us all to control our repulstion at her flegmy self who yells and is only negative, and embrace her with kindness. Om mani peme hung. amen!