10 dollars?

Last night was a different one. I went downtown to meet with some friends. It took me half an hour of aimless wandering before I found cheaper parking 6 blocks down from the restaraunt. Anways, on the walk from the parking lot to the Yard House, I was met by a woman looking for 50 cents for a pack of cigarettes. I look at her, then at the cigarette in her fingers. 50 cents was not going to get her much closer to that pack of cigarttes. I guess thats why she has to start fund raising before she actually runs out. I don't like to refuse a person, and I didn't have 50 cents, so I gave her a dollar. Then it came:

Her: Do you want a date?

Me: No thanks.

In My Head: hell no

Her: I'm broke

In My head: that sucks, but i'm not going to pay your bills for you.

Her: Do you want some good head? I'll give you some good head for 10 dollars.

In My Head: ....still not caught up yet....

In My Heart: a wave of compassion

Me: No thanks.

My Legs: Just keeep walking....

This whole event brought up some thoughts. The first one was one of compassion for her life situation. It must be a pretty dismal life to spend your life living from cigarette to cigarette, worrying about your bills, and trying to get extra cash by offering sexual favors. That life sucks for anyone, and sucks even more without Jesus. The million dollar question for me is: how do you be Jesus to a random person that you meet on the sidewalk? I think I will read the story about Jesus and the woman by the well...

My grade for this encounter is an F. I need to study up for the next pop quiz!