She walked in front of me, with three young children clinging to her side. She looked as though in a hurry, the little ones keeping up with every step.
All of sudden she stopped. I kept walking about to pass by her and the children. She had stopped to ask a man sitting against the building, if he needed any help.
This woman with three children was walking along the sidewalk of New York City. Many people had passed by and were still passing by, myself now included. As I started to walk pass them, I heard her ask this older blind man in a wheel chair, if he needed any help.
He kindly told her that he was fine and continued to bless her and her little ones. "Bless you and your little ones" he said with so much meaning. "I am OK, bless you"
She nodded and hurried on her way.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
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Hello
It does not matter that my name is Hank, I am the homeless man you see walking to the meal that has no reservation.
My coat is all I have but it carries many necessities for this journey.
Makes no difference I made a living wearing a suit, I was not born on the street. My life twisted into a direction without a map or exit sign.
I do not shave but I try to keep as clean as possible, I do not look at people anymore, they do not exist to me here. I am the homeless man with no name; they turn their heads and carry on. I will not let them exist to me anymore. This is all I have, no more questions, no more tears, just the journey to nowhere.
Forgotten? Maybe!
Alive? Yes! Here I am God, waiting for the purpose of this journey.
I only exist to myself, so here I walk to the meal with no reservation... alone.
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My coat is all I have but it carries many necessities for this journey.
Makes no difference I made a living wearing a suit, I was not born on the street. My life twisted into a direction without a map or exit sign.
I do not shave but I try to keep as clean as possible, I do not look at people anymore, they do not exist to me here. I am the homeless man with no name; they turn their heads and carry on. I will not let them exist to me anymore. This is all I have, no more questions, no more tears, just the journey to nowhere.
Forgotten? Maybe!
Alive? Yes! Here I am God, waiting for the purpose of this journey.
I only exist to myself, so here I walk to the meal with no reservation... alone.
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