As I walked down the busy footpath, knowing I was late
for an important meeting, my eye fell upon one of those unfortunate, homeless
vagabonds that are found in every city these days.
Wearing what can only be describes as rags, carrying
every worldly possesion in two plastic bags, my heart was touched by this
persons condition.
Some people turned to stare. Others quickly
looked away as if the sight would somehow contaminate them.
Recalling some long ago Sunday School admonition to
"care for the sick, feed the hungry and clothe the naked," I was moved by some
powerful inner urge to reach out to this unfortunate person.
Yes, where some people saw only rags, I saw a hidden
beauty.
A small voice inside my head called out, "Reach out,
reach out!"
So I did..........
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I get out of the hospital in about 3 months.
It would be nice to get a card or maybe a visitor.
