It's getting much colder,
and it's hard
to keep warm at night.

No one,
and I mean no one,
has figured out that I was the runaway.

But I'm glad,
for I don't have to relive those nightmares,
and be in the presence of a rapist.

Money has been tight,
even if I did make a total
of about one hundred fifty dollars.

The last couple weeks
of my persistent begging,
fortunately seemed to pay off.

I've been living in a cheap motel for three days;
a motel cheap enough
that I don't need to show an id, just cash.

They said that if I had money,
they wouldn't care who I was,
or if I had a troubled background.

Unfortunately,
the room was small,
and the mattress was thin and uncomfortable.

The shower held mold,
the cabinets held cockroaches,
and the security was pretty low.

Last night,
I woke up at two in the morning,
only to hear screams of a frightful woman.

Someone was robbing her,
and I couldn't find it in me
to help at that moment.

At least I knew that the thief never took advantage of her.
For I peeked and saw him stealing her bags,
as another man pointed a gun to her head.

For they left as soon as they took all her valuables
and disappeared,
leaving behind a damaged, broken girl.

But I knew that today, this morning, I was going to help her;
so I ate a granola bar to feed my hunger,
and walked up to the frightened girl's broken door.

I knew that I didn't have a lot of money to give away,
I knew that I would  need every penny to get back home,
but I did it anyways.

I did it,
because I knew that I had a chance to escape,
while she was left homeless and broke.

So I stood in front of her,
counted out one hundred dollars as she stared up at me through broken eyes,
and placed the money in her shaking hands.

The look she gave me
was a mixture between shock
and gratefulness.

She stuttered, and repeatedly opened and closed her mouth.
I instantly knew she wanted to thank me,
she just couldn't find her voice to do so.

So I flashed her a weak smile,
turned around,
and walked out of that motel forever.

Because a book once said,
"You never know what goes on in someone's life",
to "step in their shoes " and "see through their eyes".

And I knew that all too well,
because I myself,
was a broken shell that nobody could see through.

As I thought back to that young girl, I realized;
God will always be on our side,
and he will work miracles.

And I couldn't help but smile,
as I thought of the miracle
I helped give to that young lady.

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