Playing for the World

Tonight was once again a night of reigning for the "Do-Gooders." In case you don't know what the "Do-Gooders" are, they are a group composed up of mainly Craig, Geoff, and I. As a part of this group, we travel around Sioux Falls doing things to make people laugh, smile, or just be happy while thinking about their childhood.
Tonight was a memorable night for us "do-gooders." We drove and picked lilacs at some house. They won't miss them. We then proceeded to Mrs. Votaw's house to give her some flowers, but she wasn't home. We, then, decided to go to Mrs. Benz's house to give her some flowers. As we passed over I-29 on 26th Street, we saw a man standing by the road playing guitar. We could tell he had a sign on, but we couldn't read it. We quickly made a U-turn and stopped while Geoff gave him some lilacs and told him to have a nice day. As we proceeded onwards towards Mrs. Benz's home, we decided that we needed to give him more than flowers. We would give him some Jellybeans that Craig had in his car. We turned around and gave him some Jellybeans. We then found out what his sign said. It read: Everbody needs help sometimes. I am trying to go home. Arriving at Mrs. Benz's house, we gave her some flowers and had a nice conversation about life in general. Mrs. Benz is a nice lady and a good teacher. She ranks up there with Mrs. Votaw and Mr. Pope. We told Mrs. Benz about our plan to stop and talk to the mysterious guitar player and give him a ride to wherever he needed. She told us to be careful and we promised we would. Parking by the guitarist, we got out and walked up to him. We started talking to him, and we asked him where home was. He said he was from Missouri. He said he was in San Diego and ran out of money on the way home from there. He was playing for gas money. I asked him how long he had been away from home, and he replied by saying, "Six months." He said he was in San Diego because he quit college in Missouri because it wasn't working for him. He said he just left and went to San Diego with his guitar and played there for a while. He played in a coffeeshop in order to make some money. He decided to come back home, but ran out of money. It makes me think, how can someone just leave their home in order to go see the world and play guitar? I wonder what would motivate someone to do something like that?
Well, after talking with him, Craig, Geoff, and I went to Falls Park to think. We climbed around on the rocks and walked around on the railroad tracks to a bike path. We talked a lot on the way, and just had an all-around good time. I hope to enjoy many other times like that. After I got home, instead of lying to my parents and telling them that I had worked, I told them the truth and didn't get into trouble. I was very pleased. My parents might understand life a little. I had a nice conversation with Craig, and he gave me some good advice. I am going to listen to him since he hasn't lead me astray yet. Well, I better get going. Lots of love all around.