Anybody know story of lady on Bluebonnet in front of Perkins Rowe

I see her everyday on my way to work. She is certainly homeless. No idea her story. But she stares out into the coulee like it’s talking to her.

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What are her bags looking for?

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Same. Always thought she might be waiting for bus. Seems something different about her. Of the faces I see on various corners I am most compelled to know her story. Never asking for money, just always sitting minding her business. Never seen her talk to anyone.

I’ve stopped to give her money, after passing her many of times. I’d never seen her beg for money or hold a sign.

I parked my truck and walked to her, and asked her name. She responded with “Christ Crucified.” I asked where she’s from, and again she responded with “Christ Crucified.” I handed her a small case with cash inside, and she said “No, I cannot. Christ Crucified.”

This went on for a few seconds longer until I just shoved the money in one of her bags and left.

Read a thread about her on the Nextdoor app not long ago. Several people have tried to help her by offering supplies and money, but she says she only accepts help from Jesus. There is even some homeless outreach program that knows about her and has been in contact, but she refuses their help.

I saw her outside of Barnes and Nobles during a thunderstorm. I just had to go talk to her. She wouldn't answer any of my questions. Just would say God is good. Gave her some money which she took. I really wanted to know more about her. Best to leave all that alone. But she's there every single day with all her stuff. There's also a white lady who pushes a grocery cart. Always on the bridge on bluebonnet by Perkins Row looking at the canal. Saw her in Rouses. I have never seen either one panhandling.

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she just sits there every morning with her bags looking off in the distance.

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That's just Delta Dawn

Which one? Is this the old white lady or black?

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Which one? Is this the old white lady or black?

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I was referring to the black lady who, along with her bags, is looking into the distance. The white lady who, with her cart, looks into the canal has me curious too.