I had the opportunity to spend some time downtown today (Friday). It was great, I had time to shop in some vintage stores and I had a great time people watching. I observed many things...
The eyes are truly the windows to the soul. But some souls have been so beaten up, it’s easy to assume you are looking into an empty abyss when gazing into the eyes of a tired soul. It’s interesting when you approach somebody. You look at a person and recognize their position or relationship with you and most often you pose a question or salutation and assume a response is coming. But perhaps the richest conversations are when it is not necessary or even wanted. Sometimes the greatest conversations are even not spoken rather told with a look or a gesture.
Imagine staring into the eyes of a homeless widow, who fell from glory when her successful husband passed away and whose fortune the government swallowed up. Who has been living on the streets for ten years. Who knows struggle better than love. Whose only daily wish is some decent food and a slightly warm place to sleep. Now imagine her hand stretched out to you and with an optimistic but painful disposition she asks if you have any spare change. And you, with your bags of vintage clothes and $3.67 in change walk right by as if that plea was unworthy of an act of kindness. What a story.
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