I want to tell a story about a homeless guy.
Three weeks ago I was sitting outside selling my papers, when this homeless guy told me to come over to him. I went up to him, and he took my hand and he put a bill in it.
When I opened my hand up, I thought, Wow, twenty dollars from a homeless person! I was shocked.
The way he looked, you wouldn’t think he could help, but you’d be surprised. You’d think he wouldn’t have money to give anybody.
I told him, “Thank you, I appreciate it! God bless you.” And I told him, “I hope someday you get on your feet, better and better, and you won’t have to carry your clothes around and carry bags on your back.”
This isn’t the first time a homeless person gave me money. I’m black. This man was black. One time, I was homeless and a white homeless lady gave me money like that.
I was in his shoes once, and I never gave anyone money like that, because I didn’t have any money to give. But now, if someone will ask me for money to get something to eat, I would give them two or three dollars.
