Angry Mike has been coming to the mission for at least five years.  He supports himself by panhandling.  He’s OK, rational, but he’s got some kind of mental illness and knows it.  He’s doing better at the moment, but in the past he was angry

all
the
time.

So in the smoke pit after supper Friday night 03/23, he mentioned to me, walking around town, seeing all the daffodils in bloom.  And he smiled.  “The tulips are next,” he said.

In times of extreme depression, one loses the ability to see color.  The whole world becomes black and white.

If a guy like Mike could see and smell the daffodils and take pleasure in it and enjoy it, there may be hope for the rest of us as well.