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RE: Nowhere to Sleep: Kicked Out by the House of God
Well, not really. I was awoken by a shop clerk or owner, a black man who put a cup of Coca Cola and a Brazillian pastry alongside me on the floor. That was really humbling, the pure kindness of the human spirit.
Sorry you had such an awful experience, it can be disheartening to be unable to find a place to stay. There is still goodness in people and that's what matters.
Yeah, in the end, it was not such an awful experience. There are still kind souls in the world.