All I want is a warm place to sleep...

So, I have yet to have a conversation with someone who has no place to live and not be brought back to the reality of the many blessings in my life, or be tormented by their suffering.
Last night, while we were at the Coffee House, there was a guy, Kenny who came in. Kenny has no place to live and wanted to know if he could have a cup of coffee and sleep on the couch until we were ready to leave. So for about 2 1/2 hours, among the noise of skateboarders, poetry readings, and guitar playing, Kenny slept. Quite soundly.
When we were ready to leave, we woke him up, offered him more coffee and some food to take on the road. All he wanted was a place to sleep. There is no men's shelter for him, no where for us to take him.
One of the guys said he would take Kenny to a shelter of sorts and hope they take in men. Intoxicated men at that.
When we were walking out, Kenny asked if I was headed home now. I said "yes." He said, "I guess you'll have a warm place to sleep." I said, "I guess I will Kenny."

Don't take anything for granted - not even that you have a warm place to sleep. Kenny doesn't.