This morning I received another reminder. There are people all over this world who don’t have their basic needs met: food, water, clothing to keep warm, people to call them by name.
This morning I came back from taking the kids to school and there was a man going through our garbage, taking with him expired hummus, a bag of badly bruised apples, the styrofoam from the inside of a vitamin bottle. This is normal. We have many people come down our street on garbage days.
I brought the man this morning an outgrown sweater–it’s getting chillier. I worried it would be too small for him but then I thought to myself that this really didn’t matter one bit; surely he knows someone who could fit into that sweater. Then I noticed he was working hard to keep hold of his finds because he didn’t have a bag or sack in which to put them. I went back in to the house and came back with a plastic bag and a bottle of water. He was already walking down the hill to his next stop. On the way he dropped an apple and it bounced down into the storm drain. I called after him, “Baba” (father). I held out the sack. He was clearly thankful. He said thank you many times over.
Seriously, people, there are people all over this world who don’t have their basic needs met. If they aren’t in your view today, if you don’t see them or hear them…they are still here…everywhere.