Beggars and Vagrants

[stoace]

As I walked down the busy footpath, knowing I was late for an important meeting, my eye fell upon one of those unfortunate, homeless vagabonds that are found in every city these days.

 

Wearing what can only be describes as rags, carrying every worldly possession in two plastic bags, my heart was touched by this persons condition.

 

Some people turned to stare. Others quickly looked away as if the sight would somehow contaminate them.

 

Recalling some long ago Sunday School admonition to 'care for the sick, feed the hungry and clothe the naked,' I was moved by some powerful inner urge to reach out to this unfortunate person.

 

Yes, where some people saw only rags, I saw a hidden beauty. A small voice inside my head called out,

 

'Reach out, reach out!'

 

 

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SO I DID

 

Edited October 16, 2007 by stoace

[Guest Jing-Jo]

looking at a gorgeous arse like that would give me a different type of stiff leg!