A part of me wanted to push my index finger to my lips and tell them to "shush," while the other part of me wanted to offer to buy them a drink and celebrate life with them. It was my birthday, after all, and it wouldn't have been too unusual to celebrate it in such an intoxicated manner.
Since I would not be able to practice prayer, I decided to practice kindness to these three intoxicated strangers. But, as it turns out, they were too drunk to really focus on any conversation. And so I left them, with a smile in my heart and a silent prayer to God thanking the Creater for their life, my life and the beautiful day.
Sometimes meeting strangers is nothing more then a handshake and a silent prayer in your heart.
Meditate: I am a stranger in the earth; do not hide your commandments from me.
Pray for KC and his friends who sleep on the benches and bar stools in Pasadena today, God grant them safety and happiness.