After three days of non stop, cooking, cleaning and family, I'm exhausted. Then my Page habit box was delivered early this morning, with this short story included. I read it, and was quickly reminded how grateful I am to have people to cook and clean for, grateful for my family and my friends.
Matt is alone, his wife died five years ago, he lies to his co-workers about his holiday plans not wanting to admit the turth. An encounter with a homeless man, and the risk he decides to take, will open up new possibilities and a possible way forward.
After reading this I looked about the number of homeless on our streets that were veterans. Was floored to discover the number is almost forty thousand, suffering from drug abuse, PTSD, and various mental illnesses. Simply beyond comprehension that these poor men, though there are a few women too, are treated this way after serving their country.
Yes, this story is a bit schmaltzy, but if a story can't be schmaltzy at Christmas, when can it be? Plus, as you can see, it made me think.