Cloudy days give way to a silver lining of prayer

Imet a man on the street with a sad face hiding behind the smell of his drink, behind the red, glassy eyes. His words were a slurred mess as he gave off silly phrases. Then another person walked up, a lady to my side. “Watch out for your car. Your SUV is open in the back. And he’ll take your things.” She motioned to the man across the road. “It’s just a car. I’m good. What’s your name?” “Never…