This morning there was an older man, slightly stooped over by age, walking slowly down the street pushing a baby stroller. He seemed very protective of the stroller, angling his body defensively from those passing, and I found myself thinking about how sweetly protective of the child(a Grandchild, I was thinking) inside he must be.
As he came closer I was
surprised to see, not a child as I had first suspected, but all of his worldly
belongings inside the stroller. When passing me, his wild eyes and disheveled
appearance spoke of mental illness and exhaustion. I felt deeply saddened and
wondered about his story and how, instead of being a charming Grandfather, he
became a frightened homeless man. How easy it is, from far away, to see someone
and assume that all is well when, in truth, they are hanging on by a thread.
Smile at a stranger today, Friends. Hold a door from a mother with her hands full. Give a homeless person a dollar. It really is that simple to change the world.
Shine on, Dear Ones, shine on.