After the PTSD class, I went to Standard Sweets & Spice and had good food. Earlier in the day, I lied and said my name is David. On the bus home, I felt really strong about talking the young man sitting next to me. I wanted to witness to him.
(thought): What if your the only one who can do it?
Me: What can I do for you?
David: uh, na
Me: … It’s a long line. I ask you because it’s like you came to me. My friend Jesus can give you anything you need. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I’m a Christian. I asked what can I do for you because, Jesus, a man came up to him who really needed something. Jesus said “What can I do for you?”, I don’t really know what happened next, because I didn’t read it. I read it, but I didn’t pay attention to it. What can I do for you?
David: Make it home safe.
Me: …Do you want me to get off here?
Then there was some silence.
Me: …(I said something else and then): That’s what I can do for myself, what can I do for you?
David: …I’m getting off here.
Me: I am too.
I have a testimony to share. I thought I was going to have to walk home from there; it was a few stops from where I normally get off. However, just as I was going to start walking, another bus that could take me close to my house started pulling up. I ran to the bus and caught it.