Just saw a man standing on the corner with a sign that read:
'Lost everything - job, house and wife. Please help and God bless.'
He was clean cut, apparently in good health and didn't have any signs of drug or alcohol addiction or mental illness.
I was 3 lanes away from him or I would have given him one of the McDonalds gift cards I carry in my wallet. In most cases I figure buying them a meal is better than cash for their habit. But this man looked different. He was obviously new at the begging concept. It was apparent by his embarrassment and inability to look in the eye of those passing by.
What does labor day mean to him? Bittersweet for the job lost? Hopelessness for the next meal to come? Lost and disappointed in a Country known for its wealth and generosity? Regret for decisions made and opportunities not taken? Wonderment at the destination of cars full of families and smiling faces passing by him? Wondering if he's ever been to where they're going or if he ever will?
I don't have answers to these questions. I probably wouldn't like the answers anyway.
I would love to be a part of the solution. I don't really know what the solution is.
So, I will buy more McDonalds gift cards and hand them out at the next corner where there is a human face, some mother's child, who has lost their way.
I am grateful to have a job this year and I hope you are too.
