How right can this be?

I don't know-
Most mornings I wake up and forget to be grateful for all the things I take for granted. Yet I found myself at the hub of all Seattle destinations yesterday morning sitting drinking my Starbucks coffee and a cigarette trying to blissfully ignore that which was all around me. I sometimes think my life sucks because I feel like I am wandering with no direction right now, wanting GOD to give me some burning bush sign that I am indeed headed in the right direction, to give me the answers to the questions I so desperately seek-yet not really ever satisfied with anything put in my path...instead of being grateful for the opportunities I am given today I sit and bitch about all that I do not have. How dare I when this being sat with her life in a backpack the size of what I take for granted everyday. How can you enjoy your life when life sits and looks you right back in the face daring you to complain yet a little more. Then I met Rob- perhaps not seeing the message but more the messenger on this beautiful morning. At first I was afraid to approach him- not knowing what to expect- but this gentle being just wanted what we all wanted. Just some acknowledgment of his existence. Was it any different then what I ask for everyday. I ask him if I could buy him a cup of coffee and share with him a cigarette in exchange for a few pictures- yes he said. I asked him how he like his coffee just black was all he replied. So we sat and smoked silently as I look upon his beat up body- when I finally spoke it was to ask him where he spent the night last night. In a very quiet voice he shared with me that there was a place over by the market that had electrical outlets where he could recharge his battery operated wheelchair and sleep relitavely safe. I ask him how did he get there and as he spoke I felt this immense sadness overwhelm both of us. He shared a story that could have easily been mine. He had a troubled past, spending sometime incarcerated for petty crimes, he hadn't finished high school but worked to get his GED inside. Upon release he found it extremely difficult to find work or go to school- he simpliy said "no one wants to hire a convicted felon". Feeling as if he had nowhere to go and nothing productive to offer society he felt his only way out was to take his own life- but his attempt landed him in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. I asked him how he got by and he said some money from the government but he ask me if I could live on $300 , I could not was all I could reply. The loop holes he said where unbearable-fighting for his social security was an all consuming effort in his life right now. That and where he was going to sleep-but he said to me he wasn't worried about that yet, it was still early in the day. I sat with him as I watch some people approach us and drop money into his dirty Starbucks cup, he said usually people were not so generous this early in the morning. Maybe he said it had something to do with the warm sun-
As I got up to leave I drop some money into his cup and gave him another cigarette, he said to me thank you for taking the time to talk with me-you let me feel human today as if I had something to offer. No I said to him-thank you for saving my life today.