The other day on my way home from work I noticed an older gentleman standing on the side of the road. Holding a sign saying "I'm not homeless, I just need help"
My heart felt a pang of sadness for him. The kind of sadness that comes from seeing pain in someones face and seeing the pain in their heart. I had a feeling this man had been through some rough trials in his life. I started thinking of what a conversation with him would be like.
It takes a big hit to your pride to be in a low enough place to stand there in front of people you don't know asking for help, to open yourself up to embarrassment and be vulnerable to strangers.
I had a few dollars in my wallet that wouldn't typically be there and I rolled down my window and handed them over with a smile and some general niceties towards the man.
As I rolled my window up I watched a young gentleman, seemingly in his late twenties, approach the older man. He carried with him a large Drink and a bag from the Taco Bell around the corner. My light had just turned green and as I took my foot off of the break pedal I watched the two men exchange words and saw the young man embrace the older man then hand him the things he was carrying. His stance indicated he had intentions of lingering and talking to the man with the sign. As I drove away, with tears rolling down my cheeks I felt as if I had just been renewed of my faith in humans, young male humans specifically. I was reassured that there are good people in the world that are willing to take time out of their busy day to stop and get someone in need some good and conversation. We are all busy, it is important to prioritize the things we are willing to sacrifice our time for.