This was a powerfully moving, and convicting story. It raises some questions…..are we really, truly reaching out to people or just tossing them platitudes and walking away feeling very special about the “wonderful” thing we have done? Comments closed here; blessings and enjoy.(If not enjoy, then learn from it.)

My God, My Music, My Life

I walked by him at least twice a day.  More often than not it was closer to six times a day. He was always in the same spot, always wearing the same clothes and always staring down at the ground.

Anytime that I would walk by and I had some change I would drop it in his hat. He would never look up. He never said thank you. As a matter of fact, I never heard him say anything. I was usually on the go or on my phone or talking to my co-workers so I might not have heard him if he did, but I really don’t think he did.

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After a few weeks of dropping change, I decided to do an experiment. I started off dropping one dollar bills in his hat.  When he didn’t react I started dropping fives. Then I would drop a ten spot here…

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