An entire day went by and I did not see one homeless person with a hand extended. 

No one banged a rickety  cart up my street. 

There were no torn cardboard signs penned in Sharpie. 

And I was out.  I had to be out.  Paper store, grocery, post office, kids, go, go, always on the go.  

I had cash in my back pocket too.  I was trigger ready for the moment.  I had my camera.  I was ready to say hi.  Heck, I even had questions.  And most of all, I re-adjusted my attitude. 

Yes, I still carried my fear of homelessness and I also continued to fear the Godzilla-sized need I see in the homeless--the need for food, medical care, clothing, shelter, mental health support and human recognition--but I'm not as spooked as I felt when I started this weblog.  Which was what?  Five minutes ago? 

It's strange to be ready and then nothing happens.  It's like being all dressed up for a party only your date never shows up.  But not quite like that.  It's more like having a target and you've got your arrow aimed only you don't let it fly.  You just wait, eye trained on the bulls eye, that twitchy readiness, that hold of the breath. 

So what is it?  What's going on?  Face fear = watch fear go away?

I don't think it's that easy.  I'm pretty sure I've missed something.

I've got a year to figure it out though, so it's all good.  I'll wait.  Time is on my side.  

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