REMEMBER THE FORGOTTEN
Here are a couple of true stories.
Yesterday I went into the city to do some Christmas Shopping. As usual there were several ‘wounded’ people sitting with their regulation pieces of cardboard telling of their need for our spare cash. One was a young woman who intrigued me. Not only did her sign say that she was homeless and pregnant, but she was actually reading a book. She seemed startled when I squatted down to talk to her. “Can you do something for me this Christmas” I asked her. Her face, though quite youthful, was flushed with that redness that comes with an unhealthy acquaintance with either alcohol or drugs. She mumbled “Maybe” in reply. “Take good care of yourself and your baby please” I said. She paused, thought for a moment and answered “I’ll try”.
This morning I was passing a man selling the “Big Issue”. My family joke that I must be related to royalty because I rarely carry any money on me, but I always make a point of stopping to talk with these Big Issue vendors as they’re usually trying to change their lives. I apologised for not being able to help him out with cash but wished him every blessing for a good Christmas and every success in 2015. “I doubt it’ll be as good as 2014” he replied enthusiastically “This year I managed to find somewhere permanent to live and I’ve saved up enough to buy a second hand car” he beamed at me.
Two people, two stories, two gifts for me this Christmas. Sometimes when you think you’re helping others, they give you something in return that no money can buy.