It is rare when those of us who check our phones before leaving bed intersect with those who live on the streets, aside from the occasional beggar at the red light.
I tried to explain the concept of homelessness to my daughter yesterday. I don’t think she could really wrap her head around such a foreign concept. It was a reminder I need to be more thankful for the plenty we have.
As I listen to the rare Vegas rain outside this morning, it seems that even the sky is whispering, don’t take this for granted.