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Walking About At Kings Cross Train Station London
I realized why I am grateful this morning.
I walked to Kings Cross Railway station this morning early. I was in desperate need of a coffee.
On my way, I saw homeless people sleeping on the sidewalk, at entrances to doorways, etc. One or two asked me for some, “spare change,” or, “do you have a fag (cigarette) for me mate.”
Returning to my hotel room I was overwhelmed by a sense of gratitude. I am glad for being alive and having enough to live a comfortable life. I’m glad that I don’t have to live on the street with no one worrying about me.
What makes you grateful this morning? Let me know in the comments.
This is story 22/60 of the 60-day writing challenge inspired by Alain Polo. I might take a week out from the writing challenge.
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