Monday, 19 March 2012
By Amy at Make Me a Mary
That’s what his sign said.
I know “those people” sometimes make good money. And I’m sure they’ve made some really bad decisions to land them in that spot. I agree that it takes lots of nerve to ask strangers for a handout. And I know you can give them $5 and they might go buy a bottle of booze or a pack of cigarettes with it.
But I don’t care.
What I do care about is how I couldn’t not dig around in my purse for some cash once I saw his face. And how I couldn’t not roll my window down and say “hey, come here.” And how I couldn’t not cry when his tired old welled up and pleading eyes looked into mine and he said “thank you, thank you so very, very much … God bless you.”
I think I mumbled I’d pray for him, but I’m not sure because all I could think about were those eyes—one broken soul staring into the face of another. Two chance-wasters in need of blessing.
It was only $5, but I wish I’d had $50. What he does with it is on him.
Many would call it a foolish waste of $5, but I’m sick of being selfish and judgmental and avoiding eye contact with people who need help.
Of course he can use a blessing today. Who am I to withhold?