Thoughts while Traveling

Sometimes life is cruel. Today at work (in a homeless shelter) I heard someone's cellphone ring- and there ringtone was "Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home." The irony was startling.

Or maybe not. Maybe there's something there. Imagine, if you will, being somewhere and knowing that it's temporary. You are not going to be where you are forever. What do you do with your time there. Do you appreciate and make the most of it? Interesting reminder from an unlikely place.

Two hours later someone called me really nasty names. I didn't really get anything out of that.