Homeless for a day

A friend of mine told me a story about a time around a month ago when she and a good friend of hers  (both living in the Toronto area) decided to live and sleep on the streets one night. They wanted to see what it was like sleeping in the cold and being without money to buy essential things. Most of their friends thought the idea was stupid since they could just go home into a warm bed instead but she desperately wanted to see what it was like on the other side of things. Though they wouldn't come close to feeling what it's really like being homeless or starving, they sure did get an idea. 

They sat with a group of people, some coming from India and all sorts of places, there were some very old people and some only a few years older than them all huddled under one sheltered alleyway.

"I've never met sweeter people in my life." She told me. 

Though they slept on the cold wet Toronto streets each night they seemed so grateful for what they did have, which was eachother. Near by, there was a tent with music playing and they were invited to come along, it was opened to the public. They danced and talked until four in the morning and soon needed to find somewhere to sleep, an older woman showed them to a heated vent which was surrounded by four other people covered by newspaper to keep warm. They huddled up with the kind hearted people they had met just earlier that night and when they awoke the next morning, everyone was gone. "It seemed unreal, and it opened my eyes to the fact that I have so much, I have nice clothes, a home, a phone and a good education while others have nothing, I regret being unable to thank the people for their kindness, if I ever see them again I will wish them well and remember the beautiful night we spent learning about the meaning of life."