Timeline: Friday evening after running around with Jenn, we decided to stop at Burgerville for a quick bite. First off, there was a High School Basketball team. So Jenn and I sat in the midst of kids, literally young enough for me to be their father.
But that is not what bothers me this evening, nearly 48 hours after the fact. No, I am bothered my inaction to help my fellow man. Jenn and I were enjoying our meal when a homeless man shuffled in to Burgerville. He was in some bad times, that was fairly obvious. It was his tone of his voice, the sad meek pleading in his voice as he walked throughout the lobby asking for someone to buy him some food, that wrecked me. His sneakers were too big for his feet and they flopped around on his feet as they didn't have laces. He seemed so small and sad having to beg strangers for food. I sat there and didn't do a thing, and watched quietly as a true gentleman stood up and offered to get him something. This was a young guy, sharply dressed, a bit of a yuppie. He seemed to be the type that would ignore the less advantaged than himself. But he stepped up to the plate, and didn't even balk when the homeless man bought over $14 worth of food. (I know at Burgerville that isn't hard, but still.)
I am very blessed and extremely thankful for all my gifts I have received. I need to be more helpful to those less blessed. I will have a son here soon and I want to show him the right way to carry yourself. The best way to teach someone how to act is to do it yourself. I learned a valuable lesson Friday, one I soon wont forget.
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