I met a man, who seemed like he needs some help. He has come to my apartment several times, and seems like a lost soul. You all know how I am, and I felt compelled to help. He apparently was just hit by a car, and was walking around only wearing boxers, and a T-shirt. The packing they had placed in a leg wound was hanging out, and he looked disheveled, and in pain. I talked to him for a time, and explained that he needed to clean himself up, and rest to get better. I explained that I have a little bit of medical background, and he seemed surprised. He swore that God had placed me in his path, and called me an angel. I put my hand on his shoulder, and smiled. I am no angel, and I explained that to him. He sat down, and began reciting a poem that he wrote. While reciting it, he burst into tears. I put my hand on his shoulder, again, and smiled. I told him if he thought i was an angel, then listen to what i say, and clean himself up, and go rest.
As i got in my car to leave, he said ok Gabriel, and pushed his bike away.
I think i did the right thing, but I am not sure.
I hope so....
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