Does God see me? Why does he keep me in such permanent and powerful exile? Why does he not send along immense and abundant resources and cash flow? Where are the armies of angels that are supposed to be ready to respond to my beck and call?
Suffering: which brings me to the topic of suffering. I truly despise suffering. The number of people that slipped through the so-called safety net grows geometrically. The numbers do not lie. The reality of street tribes also grows daily. I see them.
I live at ‘street level’. I see, smell, hear and obey the streets now. Donnie Angel once accused me of not understanding the average person. No longer is this the case. I live at street level. I drive on the streets. I know the neighborhoods. I see the people. I sense risk. I pursue each day with a passionate caution that I never knew before.