At the stoplight, a man with the sign:
Homeless
Please Help
God Bless
Guilty, in my new car without any money, frozen in a forward stare. After a few uncomfortable minutes, really seconds. He walked to the next car.
Aware of my discomfort, my comparative affluence and without any money to assuage my guilt: Ego.
Little separates us, he is human too; and maybe he is down on his luck.
Who am I to judge his circumstances or hypothezie how he came to these circumstances?
How in such a wealthy country anyone could be homeless? In a world of nearly 8 billion people, 7,900,000,000, nearly 1 in 8 live in extreme poverty.
Ego says, “I will strive to leave money in my car…” and I wonder is to more to assuage my guilt …