So there is this lady, I use to see her all the time at church. I don’t know anything about her, I don’t know her name, or anything about her life. I just know I use to see her, and for the longest now I haven’t seen her. She use to come in to my work and eat with friends and family. Once again, I hadn’t seen her at work in a while either.
She came in today and something wasn’t right; she was jittery, moving a lot, and shaking. She was talking really fast and kept wiping her nose. She wasn’t big before, but she was crazy skinny now. She was on something. If I had to guess, either cocaine or crack cocaine. She sat down in a booth, and started eating crackers. She put in a big order, enough for two… But she was alone. I kept coming out to check on her, because some of the other employees and I were worried about her. As she was eating she would get on her knees in the booth and hover over the table to eat. She also stood up a couple of times to eat over the table. She shoveled food off of the plates into her mouth a couple times too.
The whole time this was going on, my heart was breaking. Why had she gone from a church goer to a drug user. I mean, I guess she could have been using it while she was going to church, but I had never seen her like that before. It broke my heart. I hope I get a chance to talk to her. I literally wanted to clock out and sit down with her, even though she may not have been “there” enough to carry on a conversation. I just hope that if God doesn’t give me the opportunity to reach out to her, that he will get somebody to, before it’s too late.