I can’t remember

I say so much random shit I can’t remember what I’ve already posted.

In Tijuana when I was homeless… I was sleeping on the sidewalk. This nice lady who lived in the house I was sleeping in front of… she came out and gave me something… a kind of pad that made it softer than the concrete to sleep on. Then for days she’d bring me sandwiches and water. She was so kind. She couldn’t speak a word of English but she was so kind, I don’t even know if she understood me when I said “thank you”. It must have been a week when she tried to talk to me but we couldn’t understand each other. She called a family member who knew English. He came, and I told him I wasn’t able to walk where I needed to because I was disabled. He said he’d call me a cab. I told him/her that I had no money to pay for a cab. They payed for it and that cab got me closer to getting to a safe place and eventually getting home and not homeless. I wish I knew her address. I’d send her as much money as I could because she probably saved my life. Mexicans are so kind.