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Don’t We All

Posted: Apr 29, 2008 Tue 04:34 am     Views: 195    Interacts: 4

I was parked in front of the mall wiping off my car. I had just come from the car wash and was waiting for my wife to get out of work. Coming my way from across the parking lot was what society would consider a bum.

From the looks of him, he had no car, no home, no clean clothes, and no money. There are times when you feel generous but there are other times that you just don't want to be bothered. This was one of those "don't want to be bothered times."

"I hope he doesn't ask me for any money," I thought.

He didn't. He came and sat on the curb in front of the bus stop but he didn't look like he could have enough money to even ride the bus.

After a few minutes he spoke. "That's a very pretty car," he said.

He was ragged but he had an air of dignity around him. His scraggly blond beard keep more than his face warm. I said, "Thanks," and continued wiping off my car.

He sat there quietly as I worked. The expected plea for money never came. As the silence between us widened something inside said, "Ask him if he needs any help." I was sure that he would say "yes" but I held true to the inner voice. "Do you need any help?" I asked.

He answered in three simple but profound words that I shall never forget. "Don't we all?" he said.

We often look for wisdom in great men and women. We expect it from those of higher learning and accomplishments. I expected nothing but an outstretched grimy hand. He spoke the three words that shook me. "Don't we all?"

I was feeling high and mighty, successful and important, above a bum in the street, until those three words hit me like a twelve gauge shotgun. "Don't we all?"

I needed help. Maybe not for bus fare or a place to sleep, but I needed help. I reached in my wallet and gave him not only enough for bus fare, but enough to get a warm meal and shelter for the day. Those three little words still ring true. No matter how much you have, no matter how much you have accomplished, you need help too. No matter how little you have, no matter how loaded you are with problems, even without money or a place to sleep, you can give help. Even if it's just a compliment, you can give that.

You never know when you may see someone that appears to have it all. They are waiting on you to give them what they don't have; a different perspective on life, a glimpse at something beautiful, and a respite from daily chaos that only you through a torn world can see.

Maybe the man was just a homeless stranger wandering the streets. Maybe he was more than that. Maybe he was sent by a power that is great and wise, to minister to a soul too comfortable in them. Maybe God looked down, called an Angel, dressed him like a bum, and then said, "go minister to that man cleaning the car, that man needs help.” Don't we all?

-Anonymous-


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Posted by khakiflash on Tuesday April 29, 2008 07:25 am
It would be churlish to point out that I've never heard anyone describe a car as 'pretty' before - but that may be a fault in translation perhaps? But more seriously though, a problem I have in giving monetary assistance to needy, apparently homeless people (I take the point about kind words) is that if it's in an area one regularly frequents s/he tends to remember your face and pesters every time you appear. I know this from experience and don't know how to politely respond without sometimes getting a barrage of curses in return. I'm not always in a position to give money yet hate having to disappoint by turning the person down. Yes, we all need help in different ways but in England at least it's money which most are after. It's said, in England at least. most money's begged for in order to buy booze, which may or may not be true. For me, giving it or not is a constant dilemma.
Posted by Nadeenahmed83 on Tuesday April 29, 2008 05:24 am
thanks :-)
Posted by Izzah on Tuesday April 29, 2008 04:56 am
The author remains unknown.

http://www.indianchild.com/inspiring_stories.htm
Posted by Nadeenahmed83 on Tuesday April 29, 2008 04:42 am
May I have the source of this 'anonymous' home page? This writer writes very well.

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