Tell us about a time when you felt out of place.
I am sitting in the shade on a public sidewalk which happens to be a nice sidewalk that goes through the middle of a very popular Faith based college. I am writing while the students cruise by on foot. Me and them are blocked by a wrought iron fence. They look at me i look at them. They are probably thinking i am a bad person or violent or a number of orher things the mind has a way of presenting to those who think too much. I think of them as kids , weak and naive . For me to crpss the fence and entrr there world could be done. I ask myself is it worth the risk of rejection? Surely they are on a much higher level than me. Me a homeless person trying to fit in with the elite, they are going somewhere and are somebody. I am homeless going nowhere sitting here writing this down while looking thru the iron fence.

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