A few days ago, I was walking down the street, minding my own business. In front of me was one of those people you see so often in cities these days.
Wearing torn clothing and toting two plastic bags of belongings, my heart went out to this person.
Some people turned to look but, others, walking with their wives or girlfriends, stared straight ahead pretending they did not see.
Remembering my Christian upbringing, in which I was taught to "care for the needy, feed the hungry, and clothe the naked," I felt I had to reach out to this person.
It is true that some people didn't see past the rags, but I saw one of God's creatures in all its beauty. As I walked behind this person, an inner voice urged me forward.
"Reach out, reach out!" The urge was strong, and so I did...
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I'll be up and about again in a few months. Until then, it would be nice to get a card or a letter, or maybe even an occasional visitor
