As I walked down the busy sidewalk, knowing I was late for an important interview, my eye fell upon one of those unfortunate, homeless vagabonds that are found in every city these days.  The poor person was wearing what can only be describes as rags, carrying every worldly possesion in two plastic bags, my heart was touched by this persons 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 cried to me, “Reach out, reach out!”

So I did…

I get out of the hospital in about 3 months.  It would be nice to get a card or maybe a visitor.

via email from Martha Clark, Fri, 22 Sep 2006 14:08:00 -0700