Love in the road (3)

Love in the road (3) July 31 Cranston, Providence RI the dining room is really big. the breakfast was cereal, milk and egg.the man who was eating cross the table was friendly enough, he transferred me a box of orange juice. it did not take much time for me on this breakfast.i put the orange juice in bag and ready to see a new day in Boston. before i left, i thought i need to know the address of here in case I might come back in evening. i went to downstairs to the office, they told me I have to register at 1:30pm, otherwise I will take risk of no bed. last night i came here and registered that does not mean i have bed today. i see, you need register every day until you get green card, become resident of this shelter, and then you can escape this process. 1:30 pm is just begining of afternoon, far to night or evening. how i can walk an hour or hours back here and wait to sleep or walk to downtown again and then walk back for the night? that is good time to enjoy seeing new city, not for registering a bed. some shelter look like want to teach their citizen some philosophy of life: anything has its price. you have no money? pay with your time, let me take and beak it into small pieces. because this is my job, take care of you and keep being busy. when i was in Santa Barbara, the shelter regulation is that 4pm is shower time, if you don't take shower, you can't stay. keep clean is right, but 4pm for shower in summer that might be too early, you have to start to return at 3pm in somewhere. after shower you have to go out, until 6 o'clock back for dinner. Santa Barbara is my favorite place, and i ate labster in the shelter, that was luxury treat for a backpacker. what i paid is that let them break my day into umpty parts. that is similar some mothers, if they don't bother their kids that much, they would feel they did not full fill their responsibity. sometimes we live in such situation, we suffer together because we love each other. we can't separate and be happy respectively, when i got out of the shelter, i looked at the surrounding and tried to remember the location. i am sure i can find it. when i passed by a Starbucks, i went inside to check email. a good news showed out on my ipod, i got a Couchsurfing offer, Mike of Providence would like to host me. the interesting thing was that my request for a couch to Mike was by a mistake, i need a place in Boston on that two nights. but i sent the massage to the people in Providence. God's plan is higher than mine. now i exatly need it. Mike said I can stay at his home "tomorrow", because both he and his wife will work late tonight. that's right too. his "tonight" has already become my last night, i couldn't check email yesterday. when his tomorrow come to my today, that is right time we will meet each other. I happily emailed Mike, told him i will arrive at his place around 7 pm. i saw there was telephone number in the email, but no address. i thought i may give him a call. one is that i need to know where is his home, another is that i don't want to surprse him by sudden apearance in the front of his door. so i always send email or a phone call to remind of my host in the day before my visiting. a girl was studying a textbook like at the window seat, she looked nice. i went to her, asked to borrow the cell phone. the answer is "No." because she doesn't want strangers to see her number. "my number will show out on their phone. " this surprised me, my mind started to search a right words to comfort her nerve, "the telphone company have a service to lock the number, so it can't show out." but that is not the answer fit to her, and that is her thing to blind her number, not the person who is dialed by her phone. maybe high tech can do that, if you don't want see strangers' or certain people's number, they will not show out. is she so important? famous? very rich? i was thinking. the telephone number may related her body safety? bank security? moral reputation ? i have never thought what matter if someone knows my telphone number or my address, all are wecome to call me or visit my home. i started to try to prove i am a good person, my friend i was going to call is a good man. i explained what i am doing, who my friend is like. we both are common people, until now have not join in any robber group or underground drug trafficking. the answer is "No." i gave up my efforts, and sat back the table behind her. i thought of that lady of Amarillo, Texas, her looking is nice, with sweet smile, she just did not give me ride even 2 miles on her direction. she finally turned down my request in a very strong headwind morning. ask a woman for help is more difficult than ask God. "I lend it to you." oh, good, God worked on her heart! She changed her mind. I guessed she couldn't bear the feeling that i sat right behind her and she knew i need the thing she exatly has in her hand. The telphone went into voice message. I spoke what I wanted to speak to the machine. and then, I thanked the girl, gave a piece of my business card to her, my card is really popular with a super cute portrait of myself, "this is my address. you are welcome visit my home, I host you." I wanted to encourage her: trust, be relax, live freely. People are made by God, if we trust God is good, why we wonder people are bad? didn't God have qualified matertrial for His production? didn't He own enough knowledge to do His works? People are children of God, He loves people. we should do same. I kept going toward downtown. when I passed by a high building, a drop of water flied on face. following it, a little bird fell on the ground, just beside my feet. it was sunny day, A little bird dropped beside me from Heaven of the skyline building. He was on ground struggling on breath, i was surprised and --started to pray and cry, I don't know how I can help him. I hoped I didn't scare him, I held him in hand, carried him to the bush and flowers place , feed him water. Finally I decided to put him on the top of bush, I picked a bigger leaf to hold him,so he can stay on the top of bush. I hope other birds can see him, his family and friends will have more knowledge than me, a alien, to help him. I prayed and cried, I asked God help him,save his life. 如果我是小鸟， 我就落在你的肩头， 无论你走到哪里， 我都把你深情守候。 如果我是小鸟， 我绝不惧怕老鹰， 为了你的爱情， 我宁可失掉生命， 如果我是小鸟， 如果小鸟失掉生命， 我就落在你的脚边。 爱你是我死也不变的忠诚。 A little bird dropped beside me from Heaven of the skyline building. He was on ground struggling on breath, i was surprised and --started to pray and cry, I don't know how I can help him. I hoped I didn't scare him, I held him in hand, carried him to the bush and flowers place , feed him water. Finally I decided to put him on the top of bush, I picked a bigger leaf to hold him,so he can stay on the top of bush. I hope other birds can see him, his family and friends will have more knowledge than me, a alien, to help him. I prayed and cried, I asked God help him,save his life. I thought if I could cried for a little bird, why some one even no love for a human? This thought shoot me, when people's hear in cold coffin, how terrible it would be. While tears for the little bird still were in my eyes, I saw a man holding a sign on the street, I opened my backpack, took a bag of instant noodle , he said, no, homeless , have no hot water. I wanted to tell him: instant noodle can be eaten in dry.he also can sell it into money, But I didn't say anything , I put the noodle back, and take the wallet out, put some money in his cup . And said " take care. God bless you!" I played flute in a store seven 11.a man came , with a cup asked for donation. I was sure I came before him, I did not see anyone there when i arrived and when I set up the music stander. But this man is here now, he told the owner will let me go, the police will... . He tried to scare me away. He think that is his place. After I played one song, I collect stuff in bag , and put some money in his cup " I hope I can help you some. God bless you!" I left. When I was in las Vagas New Mexico , when I went to the entrance , there was man waiting for ride there. When he saw me coming , he simply took bag and walked away, left the spot to me. Even a hitchhiker , even a homeless , you can be a bigger person. Today this man gave me such good opportunity, do I could be a bigger person. I came early than him, left the place for him, I gave money to him. Thank God, along the road for 3 months, many men helped me,I learned a lot from them. I would like to tolerant and help this man. Even his behavior is small. That is just God let be to be bigger person on him from what I learned on the road.+++++++++++++++++++ Boston is somewhat similar Chicago from the piont of harbor. but i think i like Chicago much more. I don't want to go back shelter to wait 2 or 3 hours. So I was think how I can find a place for tonight. God if good ,God is beautiful. About 2:30pm. I checked email, I got Mike 's address. I am going to Providence, I will stay at his home tonight. Thank God,Mike rescued me from Boston shelter. A black young man gave me a ride after I walked long way. He was excited to know Couchsurfing, he was happy to offer me a place to stay at his home. But I have already decide to go providence to stay at Mike's home. He have me $3 and 3 boxes juice. And dropped me off. This was very good spot. What I could do is pray and wait. It was getting cloudy and dark and cold.I put on my long sleeves shirt. I have found This aera is more difficult than other places. Several cars transfeffred me to providence. Every car needed wait long time. The second car before providence dropped me in rest area. This is impossible place for hitchhiking in east coast. After hopeless waiting in the rain, I decided to walk to the next exit, and then wait in the entrance. While I was walking on highway, a car stopped. God have mercy.His name is Jack, he asked me if my car happened something wrong. " no. I am traveling, I hitch hikes everyday." Jack is so nice person , he stopped the car without seeing my thumbing. He told me before he drive me to my host address , he needed to buy food for his son. so I have dinner too. His son will go to basket ball game at 8pm, he tried to squeeze time to take me to Mike's home. Long time waiting let me enjoy talking with God. God is good , my every driver is a blessing for me. My every driver worth my waiting. The two dogs barked loudly inside when they heard my knocking the door.i saw Mike was trying to calm them down. Mike opened the door. He stretched his hand, I hugged him instead of shaking hands. my heart was so moving, he rescued me from Boston shelter.I have a sweet home tonight. I dont need have to wait 3 hours and then someone tell me " no bed". Mike , he maybe same as other couchsurfing host , but he is different for me. The two dogs were excited to welcome a new surfer. They jumped and pushed and stepped on and kissed me. Molly is big as small pony, Aliy is small as big cat, It looked They go along very well: play, roll, kiss, run... Mike poured a cup of mike for me. I love milk. I can fell he is very kind person. He is lucky that God gave him a beautiful cheerful wife. I like Amy, she is like me in somewhat, laughing, easygoing, delightful always. She take another blanket to my bedroom after she know I was cold last night in shelter. Mike and Amy are so nice couple. They are blessed. I tried to help to do something. Amy said there is one thing needed you to do . Can you play flute? How sweet request, I played several songs for her. I am sure Mike heard it too while he was working on upstair. Tonight I have queen size beautiful bed. Thank you, Mike and Amy! August 1, providence , 2nd night, Amy bought two blue berry muffins and a bottle of milk for me as breakfast, she dropped me in downtown. I like the river reflection as a mirror.Walking along such beautiful river in morning that was nice treat. I played flute in the bus station, I moved here to there within the spot. I saw a man wearing pink shirt went by me and came by me again , he has pretty good looking, neat dressing. I smiled at him every time when he passed by. In fact I smile at every one passing by me if my mouth is free from blowing flute. After a little while I moved to the CVS store, because I felt it was too noisy and smell bad in bus station. A pink shirt man passed me again, I don't remember I smiled or laughed aloud at him when I saw him the 3 rd time in different places around same area. I thought this man walked here and walked there, every time passed by me, that was interesting. The more interesting thing was that he came to me and stopped in the front of me. This was the fourth time I saw him within an hour. He asked what work you can do ? I said "I can clean house for you, or gardening. " he asked " can you massage?" "I have never done that". I thought about Yassee in Phoenix. I did massage for him. I thought massage needs professional certificate. It belongs doctor's group. "that's no problem. I pay you $50 an hour." " wow , that's good pay." I thought of Tom,my driver who lives in Petaluma, I worked whole day with him in Nevato , he paid me $60. That was very hard work. He even had no gloves for me. Time passed 3 months, there were still wounds on my arms until now. I thought even Yassee did not asked more than massage. That's OK, massage is just a treatment for physical, I may gave it a try. I read a article in Chinese Christian magazine, a Chinese lady Feishia gave me them. A doctor massage for a young man, made his eyes blind. After many years they found it was that doctor push wrong spot on his back. I was little nervous if I did something wrong that might made him disable in his rest life.I have no certificate, I don't know the knowledge. But I wanted to try new things. My passionate for life overwhelmed my mind. I promised I like to try. " do you know massage? " " I know ." I put my two hands on his shoulders, do squeezing actions. I thought as though he wanted massage , so I put my hands on him , that's OK. His name is James. We walked to his car, I asked "do you live here?" I wanted know some information about him, anyway I still feel something different about massage. " No. I live in Boston. " I thought he stay in hotel." I have a friend , she does massage and acupuncture," " you have friend with you?" " no, just myself" , I immediately found I gave him a wrong answer. I remembered Christopher told me, don't show strangers what you fear. I should not tell a stranger, especially those who ask for massage, I have no friend in a new city. Tonight I will stay in Eric's home, he is my couchsurfing host, at least I should count Eric as my friend. We got in car, while he was driving, he asked me to give him a kiss, I started to feel nervous, I turned my face to the window to look outside. So he simply put his hands on my shoulder and kissed me. He asked "are you OK? "I collected some courage to answer "I'm OK. " he may found I misunderstood "massage", he told me " massage is oral sex. " he pointed his mouth. " That was public place , there were many people there, so I didn't tell you." " do you want a try?" " yes or no?" " can you drive me back?" " where do you want to go?" " the original place, the CVS store." " That's OK, if you don't want to do." James bought a hamburger for me as lunch. He told me ," there is another better place , I saw someone play saxophone there. " bus station is not good spot. There people have more money. " I asked him:" You are pretty handsome, why you want to do that?" " that's simple." I think good looking men have more women to love them. They are not short of love or sex. So they don't need to spend money to buy sex. I believe James 's answer is honest. That's simple. Maybe in somewhat I even agree with him, if you need sex, buy it , that's simply. If you want sex through love , that's long way to go, cost too much emotion , need too long time. I surely know how deep I love Christopher, but I am even afraid to see his eyes. Sex with love , that's certainly more beautiful than simple sex. But simple made life easier, sometimes our life simply can't carry that much. If you are hungry, and you have money in pocket, buy to eat. You don't need have to compost soil,plant the seeds, water, harvest, cook.. And then eat. Such meal might be more tasty, might be made you exhausted before you enjoy it. Life is a journey, we still love to compost soil , plant the seeds, ... cook.. , even we did not eat. Someone likes to eat, someone likes to cook. That' s all OK. I don't think James is good or bad man because he asked for "massage". At least he gave me two choices " yes or no". At least he explained clearly what is massage before let me choose " yes or no" .And he is honest to himself and honest to me. That made things simple too. The worst thing in the world is lie. If James cheat me for " message " he will be another person. James dropped me at "the better spot " , and showed me where is bathroom if I need. I am sure he wanted to be good on me. He is not bad at all at this point. I guess there are many women who count the men as bad if they want sex.I really can't agree with that. If someone offers you a price to buy or rent your house, you may just tell him or her that you don't want to sell or rent your sweet home to others. Do you think that person is too bad because he want to buy your house? I believe that person just feel OK, or little bit lost if you say "No." He or she would not tear down your house or burn it in fire. Opposite, they like it, so they want to spend money to buy it. They may found its beauty than you know. The surprising thing is that continue 3 day there were someone asked for sex: my truck driver, my motorcycle driver, and James . If my drivers have such thoughts because of the physical distance in small space, but I met James in bus station, on street.a totally public place in the daytime around noon. James' request is beyond my thought.a woman playing flute on street, how can she make a man thinking of massage? Now I even think that James might be purposely to passe by me three times. This subject becomes hot. It happens three times within 8 days since I came back from Canada. That percent is much higher than I thought. It has never happened same thing in Canada. I think it might be because that American have more energy than Canadian. It looks I am more popular in east coast than other places. They three all are good men,in the end I was all very thankful to them. It was very windy afternoon. I played several songs in "better spot, " did not harvest anything . A man let me go. So I just go! I checked the map in ipod in Starbucks, and then walked to Eric's home. Emily was at home , she gave me a tour before Eric came back. There are 6 young people to live here, Emily told me, the house is able to sleep 17 people. So there are several empty rooms. If I wanted to clean house , there is plenty to do . I cleaned the big one in down stair, when Eric came back, he told me they will use it to practice singing tonight. He took me to the upstairs, told me I can stay at that room. I cleaned that one too. A young man came , told me he will use it for massage. I thought " massage " or sex ? I moved my stuff to next room. I was tired, I didn't want more cleaning work . But everywhere is dirty and messy. I simply lay on couch, take break. I heard they sang in downstairs , it was a beautiful concert for my ears. After eating, I fall into sleep. August 2 Providence 3rd night I went to downtown to play flute,CVS is my spot. A man came, we started to talk each other, his name is Joseph, I might concept him as nonprofessional minister. He prayed for me, when he was praying, his body doing some actions. That made me almost laugh aloud . other people prayed for me , I cried. Joseph prayed for me, I laughed. He said I can anoint me. That's interesting. He went home, after a while , he came back with a bottle of oil in hand. He put some oil on my forehead, and then he said , that maybe a little bit strange. In bible, not only anoint head. also anoint feet. " that's not strange" I immediately put off shoes and socks. He put some oil on my feet. Joseph went to buy lunch, when he came back, I had a bottle of orange juice to drink and a chicken sandwich to eat. Joseph stayed with me for hours. In Cleveland , there was a lady following me everywhere for hours. Luckly Joseph didn't bother my business , he is good helper. He preached "this woman is from LA, ... " A black young man listened his speech , and then contributed $20 in my tip hat. Joseph went to CVS to buy a big bottle of water for me and then he finally left . A black man siting in wheelchair cried " water! water!" he seemed the person who is in desert or the one in movie who went through a big battle. I immediately picked up the water to put it in his hands. that was Joseph bought for me . He said "open , open." i opened the cap. and then he started to drink. He looked like really thirsty. I ran back to take cookie to him. I thought if He is so thirsty, possibly he is also hungry. But he said " No , i don't eat cookie. too much sugar ." His voice is similar a woman's voice when she is in her beloved one's arms. A man who is in wheelchair might have same feeling . I am not judging his voice. What he said reminded me the man in Boston,he stood on street hoding a sign, I handled a bag of instant noodle, He responded " no. I can't eat, homeless, no hot water." instant noodle can be eat directly jn dry. he also can ask coffee shop for hot water. That also reminded me the big eyes woman,a safeway's customer, When i worked in Safeway Deli department,we were busy on most of time. One day there were several customers waiting . Dabera said "Spring, can you help this lady?" when i saw her, wo, what big eyes! Very big and very round. She sat in wheelchair. I thought about Dabera: you keep handsome young men, send this one to me. This big eyes woman was really special. She wanted to buy a sandwich. She asked the price. I reported: , $9.99 for 12". $5.49 for 6" . She said " I wanted 5". Someone can speak something beyond your expectation. We just sell whole bread 12" , or 6" half bread, we don't sell by every inch. She said she only have $4. I found a good way for her solution: make a breakfast sandwich for her, the price is only $1.99 . Even the time was afternoon. But God is good. We can serve " breakfast" whole day. The big eyes lady agreed with that . When I started the work, she told me," I don't want egg,that's too much what what..." breakfast always has egg. That's the recipe. When I was going to put in oven,she said " don't cook, that's not heathy ..." our breakfast recipe is hot. I thought : you've already sat in wheelchair, you still picky. "I want what what .." I thought: this is breakfast price, now it is bigger than regular sandwich. A person has no grateful heart, is not willing to receive blessings,how can he or she be blessed by God? Or even be loved by other human? I took back what they did not want , gave them what they wanted. I am beloved by God , God gave such heart to treat His all kinds of children with patience. A security guard asked me" do you permission, someone asked about your permission." " yes. I have" he was surprised. " wo? You have permission!" "God is my permission." I said in my mind. I am not good at lie, i was little bit nervous he maybe ask me to show him my permission. But ask a street performer for permission, i don't think God would be happy about that. I play music on street, that is not against Bible. So it is permitted by God. It was getting evening, a person came out to let me leave. I made $64, a good day. I checked email in Starbucks. Eric wrote me a note through couchsurfing website : " Spring, .... I think I lost you." I guessed Eric might did not know where I slept last night. I cleaned two rooms, they used the first one to practice singing, another young man used the second one to massage. I was too tired to clean more, so I simply stay at another dirty room, I did laundry and then fell into sleep, I did not join in their singing. so Eric did not see me and did not know where I stayed. This is big house, it is for 17 people to live. Now 6 young men and young ladies live here. So they have several empty rooms. I responded a note to Eric : " I slept well. .. You have never lost me, you are my master. " I respect my hosts as my master,my lord.I enjoy my host's home as my sweet home. Today was Eric 's turn to cook. They have their regulation for cook, clean, food, soap.. Eric was busying in kitchen when I came back. " you didn't lost me. I'm here!" I reported. I ate instant noodle, that's simple. When Eric came to upstair to look for me for dinner, He finally know where I slept last night. This is my dreamland for tonight too.