Chief Longwind Of The North
Certified/Certifiable
In my town, we don't have homeless. The winters here can be downright brutal, and deadly. You prepare in advance, and make sure you have a few days worth of food, water, etc, and more if you have a place to store it. A bad winter storm will halt all incomming and outgoing traffic. That being siad, several years back, I was comming out of WalMart with my family and we saw a man with a sign that stated he would work for food. My oldest son insisted we help the man and I explained that with him, his brother and sisters, and my wife in the house, I was unwilling to give direct assitance other than maybe purchasing some food for the man. It was a safety issue.
My boy had a very heavy heart about this. I hadn't told him that I planned on contacting local help organizations to get the man some assistance. My son asked if we could contact any organizations to help the guy. I was very proud of him. I let him do the legwork and find what organizations were available. He contacted the Salvation Army, and the Police Dept. Both said they already knew of the man and would be sending help to him.
I always stop and help push people out of the ditch, or find help for them when their vehicles are stranded on the highway. I have been with others who refuse to lift a hand of help. We are all brothers and sisters on this planet, and need to help each other. Few of you have ever seen a picture of me, and yet, are freinds. What if it was me that was stranded on a lonely road, with a flat tire and no spare. How would you know to help me? How would I know to help you?
And remember, prayer can give you suprizing answers if you are willing to ask the questions.
I help as I can. Sadly, I don't help enough.
The saddest homeless incident I ever saw was in Hong Cong. There was a man sitting under a few newspapers. He was so skinny and frail that you could clearly make out his bones for lack of muscle tone. He was obviously starving to death, and none of the population that walked by gave him a moments notice. It is not only people here that are insensitive, but all over the world. In many places, an individual life just isn't worth much.
I yearn for a kinder world, where we aren't afraid of each other to the point of holding back our resources to another who needs help. But that world is not the one I live in, and so, I must carefully weigh my desire to help against the safety of those I love. That to me, is the saddest truth.
Seeeeeeeya; Goodweed of the North
My boy had a very heavy heart about this. I hadn't told him that I planned on contacting local help organizations to get the man some assistance. My son asked if we could contact any organizations to help the guy. I was very proud of him. I let him do the legwork and find what organizations were available. He contacted the Salvation Army, and the Police Dept. Both said they already knew of the man and would be sending help to him.
I always stop and help push people out of the ditch, or find help for them when their vehicles are stranded on the highway. I have been with others who refuse to lift a hand of help. We are all brothers and sisters on this planet, and need to help each other. Few of you have ever seen a picture of me, and yet, are freinds. What if it was me that was stranded on a lonely road, with a flat tire and no spare. How would you know to help me? How would I know to help you?
And remember, prayer can give you suprizing answers if you are willing to ask the questions.
I help as I can. Sadly, I don't help enough.
The saddest homeless incident I ever saw was in Hong Cong. There was a man sitting under a few newspapers. He was so skinny and frail that you could clearly make out his bones for lack of muscle tone. He was obviously starving to death, and none of the population that walked by gave him a moments notice. It is not only people here that are insensitive, but all over the world. In many places, an individual life just isn't worth much.
I yearn for a kinder world, where we aren't afraid of each other to the point of holding back our resources to another who needs help. But that world is not the one I live in, and so, I must carefully weigh my desire to help against the safety of those I love. That to me, is the saddest truth.
Seeeeeeeya; Goodweed of the North