The village idiot of Las Vegas thumbs a ride with a nineteen year old Christian.

Nowadays, I have two modes of transportation. The bus or 'Fred and Barney.' With that in mind, last night I thought it would be a good idea to check up on a homeless friend of mine. The problem being is his encampment is four miles from where I live. I was feeling ambitious and the weather is beautiful in Las Vegas this time of year so I decided to make the walk. When I found my friend, at his encampment, he was sleeping. We chatted for a bit, but I could tell he was tired so I decided to head back home. The plan was to take the bus for my return home, but one problem stood in my way - an empty pocket - There's no doubt I can use the exercise, but I had just finished a four mile journey in a ragged pair of shoes. I wasn't looking forward to the trek back home.

A mile or so into the journey home, I start thinking to myself. "You're pathetic, you don't even have three dollars to take the bus. My feet are killing me and I still have another three miles to go before I make it home. This sucks!" As I am in the middle of feeling sorry for myself I hear a young voice say. "Sir, do you mind if I share with you some revelations from the bible?" At first I wasn't sure if the voice from the car was addressing me or someone else. Turns out I was only person standing there, so it must be me he was talking to. I look through the front passenger window and see a young kid. At first glance, I would have guessed 18 or 19. I told him this. "I tell you what buddy. You can tell me about whatever you want if you'll give me a lift back to my apartment." He tells me to hop in. Which I do immediately. 

As were cruising down Jones he asks me this - "Do you believe in God?" For the most part I would say yes and answered him as such. We then pull over in a parking lot across from my apartment, get out of the car and then he proceeds to read a number of revelations to me. This kid had a lot of obvious passion for what he was saying. It didn't take long for me to get confused. I asked him to explain some of what was meant in the revelations in more generic terms, which he did wonderfully. The conversation goes on for 45 minutes or so and then I tell him that I must go. He then says this to me. "Thank-you very much for taking the time to hear me out. I enjoyed meeting you." In actuality, he was the one who did me a favor by offering a poor, broken down, humble soul like myself a ride. At first I felt I had to listen to him in exchange for the ride, but after he started talking, I found myself intrigued by what he was saying. I don't want to sound too sappy about things, but I feel confident saying this kid had a number of angelic qualities.