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This is not about religion this is just an obsevation.Every Wednesday I walk the skywalk to my class and I see the same crippled man in a wheelchair passing out religious material.I see others look away like he doesn't exist.It is the highlight of my day to wish him a good morning.
This past weekend I got lost and stopped off at an old gas station that now sells antiques.When I was getting out of my car I saw an old gentleman probably in his 70's going to get into his car.I smiled at him and remarked what a beautiful day it was.I was wearing an old Louisville Slugger t-shirt.He asked me Louisville Sugar?I said no Louisville Slugger the bat you know.He said Sugar sounds better.Ahhhh he just made my day,one of the sweetest things someone has said to me in a long time.
Well I was walking to my class threw the skywalk again and I see that same gentleman in his wheelchair and I smiled and said hello.I noticed as usual all the people looking away or with there head held down to busy for a quick hello and I think of the wonderful feeling they missed out on.

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I see you too have discovered the secret of the simple things in life. Isn't it amazing what a simple smile and hello can gain you in joy?? I love sitting on my porch and smiling and waving to my neighbors as they pass by. I have met some pretty nice neighbors that way.

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You probably all heard about the professor in the MBA program of a major university who asked on the final exam "what is the name of the lady who cleans the halls of this building every morning". None of the students knew it, because none had ever stopped to talk to her. After all the exams were handed in, the professor told the class talking to her on his way in to class each day was one of the high points of his day. As wannabe business executives, they should never allow themselves to get so wrapped up in business that they miss out on the small blessings of life. (His way of saying take time to smell the roses, I guess)

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Whenever I'm approached by a homeless person or panhandler, I look them in the eye and decide whether or not to give him or her a handout. Usually not, because they generally appear to be intoxicated.
My doing this freaks people out. Especially when I'm visiting a big city such as DC or NYC.
But aren't they God's children too? Aren't they human beings too?
The same applies to a lesser extent to just engaging people you pass on the street. Most people avoid eye contact with strangers. I try to look everybody in the eye and say "hi" or at least nod in acknowledgement. Most people, again, don't know how to respond.
Let's all start doing this and put some care and humanity back into this world.

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I was once appoarched by a gentleman in the parking lot of our local grocery store. He asked if I might have any cash I could give him so he could buy some food for his kids. I asked him if he would be willing to clean out my shed for the money.He said yes and told me how he had been laid off but would do any work to earn money. I knew as soon as he agreed to work for the money he was honest. I took him into the store and bought about $40 worth of grocerys and drove him home. On the porch were three of the cutest kids you ever saw. I got hugs and thanks yous. I went back to the house later that afternoon and gave the guy an old CB and a few bucks for gas. I told him to drive out to the local grocery warehouse and offer to lump loads to incoming cars via the CB.
I ran into him and his family about 3 months later. He was back on his feet and the lumping had done the trick. He tried to pay me back. I told him to pass the money on to someone else who needed it in the future. I like to think he did.
Life is a circle....

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Yes AF... life is a never-ending circle... always coming back again... the Native Americans understood this too.
I also agree with Team42.... if they don't look ya in the eye... forget it... panhandlers make LOTS of money.. it's an easy thing to do...
Kat

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Greetings all, this is my first post to this forum. Occassionally I'll get down around El Paso, and make a run down to McAllen. It's a different world down that way. There are pan handlers and homeless everywhere you'd care to look, that is, if the carstops hadn't got around to running them off. I had a situation at a small carstop near the New Mexico border that may interest you.
I had dropped a load of house siding in El Paso, and had to go and wait for a guy to meet me at that carstop. I was going to pick up a load of 200 trees to take to Denver, and he was going to show me how to get to his nursery. I went in, called Mama, ate lunch, and went out to my car to wait for a blue ford pickup. I was in the front row, and there were perhaps 50 cars parked. A small Mexican man seemed to appear out of no where, and knocked on my door. I immediately sized him up as no threat and rolled down my window. He stated that he was a working man who had just lost his job, and that he had five kids at home who had not had breakfast today.
He was clean-shaven, had on decent-looking clothes, and looked me in the eyes while he spoke.
"Mister," I said, "I believe you." Something had passed between us that I couldn't explain. He pulled out his wallet and showed me a picture of five cute little kids. "It doesn't really matter to me if you are telling the truth or not." I reached into my pocket, knowing there were two twenties in there. "But God does. You can fool people, but you can never fool the Good Lord."
I had the two bills in my hand, but he couldn't see into the cab.
He stated that he was a born-again Christian.
The area was depressed economically, so when he stated that his church had been unable to help out, again, I believed him. I reached down and handed him the rolled up bills. Without looking at them, he quickly stuffed them into his pocket. He thanked me profusely, but I held up my hand and told him to give those thanks to the Lord. HE had used me to do this. The small man agreed, then quickly disappeared around the front of my hood. I kept expecting to see him continue on, but he had in fact, disappeared while out of my sight. I rolled up the window, punched down the door lock, grabbed my keys and jumped out of the car. The man was nowhere to be seen! I walked all the way around my car, and up and down the back row, fully expecting him to be talking with another driver. A woman was sitting in her car, behind the wheel, so I got back in my car, hailed her on the CB, and asked if she had been sitting there for long, and had she seen a little Mexican guy walk past. She stated that she had been there for an hour, and no, she had not seen the man I described.
Well, needless to say, I couldn't stop thinking about it, and when I got home, Mama listened to the story and said it must of been an Angel. As the months have gone by, that is my only conclusion also. No one can disappear like that in a carstop!
So my point is, friends, weigh carefully any situation you encounter on the road, that has to do with down and out people. There may be more to it than what your eyes tell you........

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Joe?
Angels sometimes DO appear in strange places don't they.... Perhaps the little Mexican man DID go back home and buy food for his family ... and then again... you have been "tested" also.
Bet you STILL have a good feeling about your "gift" too...
Kat

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Almost makes one stop and think about Heb.13:2, doesn't it?