late for an important meeting, my eye fell upon one
of those unfortunate, homeless vagabonds that are
found in every city these days.
I saw a person who was wearing what can only be
described as rags, carrying every worldly possession
in two plastic bags. My heart was touched by this
person's condition. Some people turned to stare.
Others quickly looked away as if the sight would
somehow contaminate them.
Recalling some long ago Sunday School admonition to
'care for the sick, feed the hungry and clothe the
naked' I was moved by some powerful inner urge to
reach out to this unfortunate person.
Yes, where some people saw only rags, I saw a
hidden beauty. A small voice inside my head called
out, 'Reach out, reach out.'
So I did..........
I get out of the prison hospital in about 3 months...
It would be nice to get a card or maybe a visitor.
