Emphasis Preaching Journal
Like a lost coin, I...
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Like a lost coin, I lay in the streets of the city. Daily the rich and poor alike pass me by ignoring my almost invisible presence. My day begins at 6:30 a.m. when I am kicked out of the shelter, if I was lucky enough to get in at all. By 8:00 I am in the breakfast line. I don't look at those who put the piece of bread on my trays. I can't stand not being seen by those eyes. I leave breakfast hoping to find a spot where I might get someone to drop a quarter my way.
