I got to try something new tonight. There's a ministry in town called Cart's. It's run by two sisters and they have like five huge wagons and a bunch of carts. Every Friday night the two sisters and about ten volunteers gather in a parking lot and load the wagons up with sandwhiches, hot chocolate, juice, fruit, blankets, socks, yoguart and whatever else happens to be donated and then they hit the streets. It's an awesome sight to see, a train of wagons and people giving out food to homeless people. They have a specific route that they take every week and most people will try and be at a certain location at a certain time so they don't miss out. We hit up the needle exchange (heroin addicts), streetlink (an emergency shelter), the train station (where quite a few people sleep), and other busy streets. It was huge for me to see the difference between day time street life and night time street life. This is only the second night I'd been downtown after five o'clock. I saw one of the frequent shoebox streetkids passed out on the street. The medics were standing beside trying to ask him questions while they waited for the paddy wagon. I stopped and chatted and told them his name. They asked about medical conditions and if I knew his drug preference. I don't know what his deal was.. but needless to say it'll be a few days before I see my friend D_____ again. So yeah.. night time is crazy, Carts was fun, I got to call 911 twice. We witnessed a street brawl, one kid jumped another and then started smashing him with his skateboard. He got arrested. Turned the corner, was talking to a homeless man and he started to have a seizure.. good times. He was drunk and diabetic. Woooooooo

God is totally ruining me. I constantly smell pot, my hands always feel dirty...but yet I am super broken. I was watching this man seizure on the street tonight- Two of the people sat with him while I talked to 911 and then the man started to cry...dang it! My heart broke. This man is like 60, addicted to probably everything going, has had a miserable life and I'm watching him seize on the street...Oh God, couldn't you change this man's life?!

I read Jackie Pullinger's "Chasing the Dragon" the whole way home and cried between chapters... how the heck do I bring hope to such a broken, miserable world?  ¶ 7:59 PM