Helping your fellow man

A few days ago I was walking down the street, minding my own business, when there, in front of me was one of those people we so often now in the cities. You know the type, torn clothing, two plastic bags, probably containing personal items.
My heart went out to this person. Some people walked by and just stared. Others, who had women and or children with then walked by as if they hadn't noticed anything.
Then I remembered my Christian upbringing, and I remembered that I must reach out, I should care, and share with those who need it most.
I felt the need to reach out to this person. it's true that most people cant see past the torn clothing, but I felt I could see their beauty underneath.....

So, as I walked on, a voice inside of me kept saying "Reach out, reach out...." And so I did....











The doctor says I will be able to walk again - some day.
It will require a lot of practice and patience, but until then, just send me a card every now and then......

Salagatle!