Last Friday, as I was driving home, I passed a shopping cart that had been toppled over on a grassy knoll, it’s contents scattered on the grass. There were paper cups, torn and soiled articles of clothing, half-empty water bottles, newspapers, shoes, and books.
This shopping cart belonged to a well known homeless guy who frequented this area. I’ve seen him begging for change at stop lights. His sign read: “Please help. Homeless. Harmless. Unemployable. Just want a good meal.”
And yes, I did pass him a fin a couple of times as I sat idle at the light (“Thank you, sir. You just helped me get through another night,” he said to me). He never approached cars trying to push his situation on others. He just stood there. Smiling. And, I’m not sure if it was a trick of the light, but he often appeared as if he considered himself above his current situation. Content. Happy to just be getting by.
Sure, I was probably reading a bit too much into it. But it worked. Heck, he got me to cough up some cash for his cause, and I’m far from a bleeding heart.
And there, four days later, his upturned cart still rests on the hill. His earthly treasures blowing in the wind.
I wonder what happened to him.
I’m curious if anyone else is wondering as well?
Anyway, no nifty picture today. Just wanted to pass on a random thought in this post.