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So today I had to get money out of the ATM for rent for my mom. You see, I live in my mother’s “basement”. Turned into a family room. A place I had moved back home to in August of 2016, to “collect my limbs” after a breakup with a psycho I met on a dating website. In October of 2026 my Pops was diagnosed with stage 4 esophageal cancer. A devastating diagnosis for my whole family.

Inner and outer.

And while I would love to say I made the choice to stay home so I could be there with Him, my Pops, whose nickname was Arch, I can’t. It was almost like a weird grace from God. I couldn’t afford to find a place to live on my own at that Time. And I used his cancer diagnosis as a reason to stay living back home. I even told my friends that was the reason I moved home. Because I was embarrassed that even though I slaved away, behind a computer, writing mortgages and convincing myself I was helping people “achieve the American Dream” I couldn’t afford an apartment on my own, without my parents help. And that was back in 2016. 10 years later, I couldn’t even imagine living on my own, without the support and help of My Mother, today.

Anywho…today I went to the atm at my bank to take out money to give rent to my mother. The ATM was out of service. So I had to go into the bank, which I haven’t done in I don’t even know how long.

So I went inside of the bank and waited in line and met with a kind gentleman who helped me because I didn’t even know my bank account number. I told him that the ATM outside which handles even teller issues was out of service. He was one of the most kindest people That I have encountered in a while. He helped me wholeheartedly. He gave me my account number. No questions asked. The withdrawal was seamless. And at the end of the transaction, I said to him you know it’s just really nice to come into a bank and interact with people. We don’t get to do that much anymore. By design. And after he gave me my withdrawal of cash. I walked out of the bank, and I teared up a little bit. That connection that human connection that we just don’t appreciate anymore came pouring out of me, and it lit my heart up with such love in a way that was like when I connect with Christ Jesus. That knowing that human beings, we are all one. And we are all going through it. But when someone like the gentleman behind the counter, paid me a kindness and interacted with me in a way that most people take for granted, that is what Jesus is.

And no matter what judgment is passed upon me by those who read this that I live at home with my mother and I’m 42 years old and I can’t afford to live on my own in a single room apartment. I will always remember how wonderful it was to interact with another human being just on the basis of making a bank transaction.

 do not forget what it’s like to interact with your fellow man. It’s what this whole life is about.