Not at the Shelter

While reading with a student today, the book talked about gardening and flowers.  I asked my student, “Do you have a garden or flowers where you live?”

“No,” she answered, “we don’t have a garden at my shelter but I have a flower by my bed.”

That’s how I found out she was homeless.  So, I continue to tread lightly, teach strongly and lend a hand when I can, for the people I meet are carrying some heavy loads.