trooper
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I walked down the busy street knowing I was late for an important meeting. My eye fell upon one of those unfortunate, homeless vagabonds that are found in every city these days. :dontknow: 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 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 - :nurse: and I won't be in church this Sunday..................
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 - :nurse: and I won't be in church this Sunday..................
