I have seen this guy sitting out by the Interstate highway off ramp in all kinds of weather. He sits so quietly you might not even see him. He looks at you, past you, through you. And of course, we try to do the same as we pass him by in our safe warm cars. He’s asking for a handout. As I pass this guy I think about WHY would someone sit outside and beg?
Can’t he just get a job? Can’t he go to the Union Gospel Mission and get 2 meals a day? Doesn’t he have family? There ought to be a law! Why, why I ask myself.
I never even saw a homeless person until I was 30 years old. I grew up in and around big cities, so it wasn’t like I was sheltered. I saw prostitutes on the street, but never homeless people begging. But over the years, I have seen more and more of them.
He’s not breaking any laws. He’s on public property, he’s not offensive, he’s not aggressive. He actually looks old and frail. Does someone know where he is? Does he have a daughter that will be heartbroken when he finally succumbs to the elements?
But I don’t get any answers. I don’t know why this man is sitting out there hoping someone will give him a dollar bill. And I avert my eyes and drive on, feeling slightly sadder, not able to solve the problem, knowing that all is NOT right in the world.
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