No Data Found Mission 08062022

What is he trying to teach me? I got past the.

I went to the UTSA Park & Ride in the truck. I spent change to get a 2.75 bus pass. I was going on mission. But was I really? I didn’t dress the part. You know people look on the outside as the bible states in implication. I was worrying a red shirt dry-fit and basketball shorts. This is what I worked out in this morning. I thought about changing but thought it was too much work and i would get demotivated. So I imagined my mentor telling me to just go and correct as you go along. That way you do get the experience and you do keep the little promise you made yourself yesterday that you will go.

So I got that 2.75 bus pass on the 93 going to The Rim Shopping Center. The bus operator asked i was going to The Rim. I said,”It’s ok, I’ll take it around.” I saw him about to disagree. But then I said again quickly,”It’s ok, it’s ok”. He allowed me on. I began to put change in as he already put day pass into the computer. After fumbling with change and putting into the little slot I heard hiim say,” That’s enough” in a kind way. I went .32 cents over. The machine counts a little slow ( i was just throwing change in there until i was satisfied). If you’ve ever seen those coinstars or change counting machines where you put all your change into it and it takes a percentage ( unless its the one at my bank then it takes no fee) and you bring your slip with the amount to the cashier. They then give you the amount of what you put in to the machine minus fees.

On one of the buses (the 95 Downtown), the one I got on after getting off the 93 at the crossroads park & ride, there was a cussing woman. She seemed to have a bad attitude. She got on saying she wanted her son to get sick and expletives about him. As the bus went on she continued to dish out expletives and yell at the bus driver and patrons because they were going to slow. But i dont think anyone really heard. My point is she brought attitudes of familiarity. I heard this type of talk when I was living in a lower socioeconomic status. I try not to judge because i myself have talked this way before in similarity.

I didnt know how to respond so i just kept my mouth shut and looked back only once for safety (sizing her and her companion up) and wondering if they had any weapons in case there was a confrontation. I think i felt a little poor in spirit after that. Holding a grudge to some unknown source of discomfort. I say that because there was a man on the bus ( and I didnt know how stressed i was) but as I was getting off he asked what my name is. I asked him self-protectively, “Why do you want to know my name?” He just said, “ Somebody to talk to” My heart fell. I was so stressed out that I couldnt see that this man need the love of God. I said,” Oh sorry, My name is Micheal. And i did the american fist bump with him.