This morning (I should say at 1 a.m.) I arrived at the rent-a-car counter a little late. My flight out of Phoenix was delayed 90 minutes and I arrived in Austin late - very late. The airport was closing down (the rent-a-car personnel was gone and I had a scary thought for a moment "How am I going to get out of here? What am I going to do now? Am I going to be on the streets?" I know I was being a little too dramatic but I was tired. I eventually got out of the airport (praise God for the airport shuttle), but as I drove through downtown Austin I looked out the window and wondered what it would be like to walk the streets. For a moment I felt the anxiety, for just a moment I felt the helplessness, for a moment I had a small (very small) glimpse of what one who doesn't have a home must feel.
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