I wrecked my car this week and now it's at the collision shop. They're determining whether it's totaled or not.

I was waiting a long time on a ride today and there was this red-faced homeless woman sitting outside the store with two bags, so I started talking to her. I told her my name.

She had a really sad, tragic story which made me very humbled and grateful for what I had. At one point she wanted to go inside and cash in a Lotto ticket. I told her I'd watch her bags.

As I stood there with my cart full of stuff I stared at those bags and tried to imagine what it would be like to have all your belongings just in those two bags. She was gone for awhile and I wondered if she was coming back.

She came back and as the manager ran her off, I asked her what her name was.

"Cindy Lou," she said.

"My sister's name is Cindy and her nickname is Cindy Lou!" I exclaimed.

"Well my real name is Cindy Lou," she said.

I told her I would pray for her.

Then she was off with her stuff, headed down the street.

I prayed for her.

I tend to always feel sorry for myself when I lose my car which has happened many times but there this lady was, another reminder of how lucky I really am.