Street Stories - A Ringside Seat To Over 4 Decades Of Taking Jesus To The Streets Of The World

impression that, to her, that pretty green bar of soap was a luxury.

When the total for the items came up, she didn’t have enough money for all three items. She had to put the facial soap back. I could see her disappointment. After slowly handing it back to the cashier, she gathered her shampoo and juice, picked up a few tattered fabric bags she had left in a small cart at the front door and disappeared onto the streets of Hollywood. As two people behind me had a shouting match about which one of them had cut in line, I hurried the cashier to ring up my items. I asked her, “How much was the facial soap that woman wasn’t able to buy and had to put back?” She picked up the green bar of soap from under the counter and scanned it. I paid my bill and grabbed my bags. With the green bar of soap in hand, I ran out the front door of the drugstore in search of the little woman with the flowing silver hair. I asked Jesus to help me find her. As I hurried across the parking lot and turned the corner, I looked in every direction for her. Suddenly, I spotted her. She was heading toward Hollywood Boulevard, slowly pushing her small cart. She wasn’t hard to catch up to. When I reached her near the corner, she had paused for a moment as if making a critical decision whether to push her cart to the left or to the right. “Ma’am,” I said as I held the green bar of soap out for her eyes to behold. “Here’s your soap!” I’ve never seen a face light up so brightly. Although her silver hair flowed “Ninety -nine cents,” she proclaimed. “The bar of soap is ninety-nine cents.” I blurted out, “I’ll take it!”

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