Day 295. A Writer is Born.

I met my new friend sitting on the curb in quite a sad state and we spent some time cheering each other up. Life sure can throw a curve ball and really F___ you up. I mentioned writing and showed him my journal and he lit up because he wanted to write a book about his past life as a Funeral Director. He's got a long way to climb up but I think he's going to try and that's all we can do right? One thing I know for sure, It was a sign from God when he found a blank journal exactly like mine only brown. Journaling literally saved my life once so I hope it works for him.