Me? I’m not poor, but I don’t want to think about how I used to make my money. That’s in my past now, since I met Him.
It happened only a few weeks ago. I was waiting on the street, hoping to snag a client or two. Suddenly He appeared, looking at me like no man has ever looked at me. His eyes were so kind and so pure that I shrunk back, ashamed of my whole life. But then He spoke, and I fell at His feet. He blessed me, and before I could look up, He was gone. I knew I would never be the same.
I thought I’d never see Him again. So when I heard about the dinner, I had to go.
I slipped in with a few others, hoping not to be recognized. I kept my eyes down. Many of the men knew me, and I didn’t want to attract attention. Sounds funny now, after what happened next.