Tuesday, April 19, 2016

His Story Is His Business

This morning, I went to do some shopping. My children are outgrowing their clothes again, as children do. As I approached the store entrance, I saw a nice looking, clean cut young man standing outside. He was quietly asking a lady if she had any change she could spare. I handed him a dollar as I walked past. He thanked me profusely. 

I did my shopping, but my mind kept flashing to this young man. Somebody's child. I wondered what his story was.  Something about his eyes cried out to me when I handle him the dollar. He was in pain. He had a story. And I didn't need to know it. I just needed to act. 

I paid for my purchase, stopped at the fast food place in the store, and purchased breakfast with coffee to go. I walked out and he was still there. 

I said, "Son, come here please." 

"Yes, ma'am?"

I handed him the bag and said, "You look hungry. Here's breakfast and a coffee and sugar."

His eyes filled with tears as he thanked me. I asked if I could tell him something. 
He nodded. 

"I don't know your story and I really don't need to know it. I will listen if you choose to share it. But whatever you're going through, it will pass. I just wanted to let you know that someone cares. I have a friend who was homeless for several years. He's married, with children and has a successful career now.  You will be okay."

"Thank you," he said. "I needed to hear that."

I smiled and went on my way. And I prayed for this young man. 

I'm publishing this on my blog to ask you to pray for the lost, the broken, the forgotten. We may not know his story, but we don't have to. "There but for the grace of God..."

Thank you for reading. Have a blessed day. 


  1. Your compassion and empathic sensitivity touches my calloused and jaded heart on a regular basis. I'm proud and honored to call you Friend!

  2. This is beautiful. I actually teared up. Thank you for what you did.

  3. Thank you, S.G.! You have no idea how much that means to me. And I feel the same. ❤️

  4. Linda - I knew there was a reason we get along - not just crafts - last Saturday while driving to Rolla for a girls weekend - I was compelled to pull over and offer a ride to a guy on the side of the road. We all know that hitchhikers are dangerous but he looked so sad and dejected sitting there - something tugged at me to stop. He had a horrible story to tell about his son getting killed and him giving his truck to his son's girlfriend because she needed it and had his two small grandkids to think about - he was walking from Wisconsin to Mammoth Springs, ARK so his nephew could take him home to FL. He was relatively clean (needed a shower and a shave but clothes were newer and clean) and carried a duffle bag and a laptop. I ended up driving him the rest of the way - I stopped and told my friends where I was going and took a photo of his driver's license (just in case I disappeared). I was driving from 9 to 4 - it was a long trip. I'm not sure how much of his tale I actually believe but I do know that I was guided to help him - so I did. Maybe it was for me because I had been feeling a little low and after doing this I felt better about myself. God really does work in mysterious ways. Thank you for being the good person you are. And thank you for sharing your goodness with all of us!

    1. Thank you! You're a lovely person and I'm glad to know you. What you did was amazing! Blessings!

  5. What a beautiful and compassionate heart. Not to overlook him but acknowledge him as a human being and give him dignity. Such a priceless act of kindness and beautiful lesson for us all.