Summer 2009, fresh out of jail… (that’s another story in itself)
I am waiting at the city bus station to catch my ride home and I notice a homeless man sitting on the bench writing out a sign. Next to him, who I assumed at the time, is his wife. The sign read:
“Not asking for money, just food”
My heart broke. I have never been homeless, but I can only imagine. In that moment I decided on what I knew had to be done. I walked over to the McDonalds (about an 8 minute walk), and bought as much food as I could with the $15 that I had in my wallet. I walked back over to the bus station, and realized I missed my bus, but it was worth it.
So now I am standing there with two bags of food in my hands with no idea on how to approach this without drawing attention to them, myself, or their situation. Before I could figure out what to do, I feel a tap on my shoulder; it’s the “wife.” She asked me if I had any leftover food that I could spare. I smiled at her, handed her the food and walked away.
Over the next few years of using the city bus I got to know them a little better. I learned that he is a war veteran and his wife had breast cancer. I always found ways to help them as much as I could. I even bought them Christmas presents one year. I’m not sure where they are, but I pray for them daily…