Hey, Buddy, Can You Spare A ...
Every work day I take Pennsylvania to Washington Street … and … each time I see the same homeless man seated with his back up against the same building, his head tucked down as he sleeps.
As I leave work, I see another homeless man. He too is in the same spot each day … on Illinois Street outside of T.J. Max.
And, any day that I walk around downtown, I know that if I walk off Monument Circle onto Market Street, I’ll see another homeless man I’ve come to know as, Bobby.
As I pass by these folks, my first thought is, “God, please bless this person.” I don’t know if that’s making a difference in their lives but, I do know something that will help … warm clothes.
I’m wondering how many of us have spare gloves in the car that have been in there for a year or two. Gloves we haven’t worn in ions. How about a warm jacket or hoodie that’s been in the trunk of the car since last year or longer?
I don’t believe in enabling people by giving them everything. Yes, I prefer to teach a person to fish/garden so that he or she can provide his/her own meals. But, it’s cold outside. And, if your hall closet is as full as mine, then you too have an excess of coats and/or gloves. Also, what can it hurt to get an extra cup of coffee or cup of soup the next time you buy one … one for you … and one for someone who’s standing in the cold not sure where his/her next drink of water will come from.
Just saying …