I met a woman the other day. I walked past her on my way to lunch. I knew before I got there who she was, one of the increasing number of homeless around here. I walked by ignoring, but noticing.
I thought about her while I was getting my lunch and my free pastry. I wondered what I should do, if anything. It bothered me that I didn’t do anything. Should I give her money, or buy her lunch. If I give her money is that enough. I didn’t just want to give her money and just walk by.
I stopped on the way back and talked to her. I asked her what happened to make her homeless. Was she getting help from the local churches? How long had she been homeless?
After talking with her, I gave her a few paltry dollars and walked on, not really feeling great. She said “God bless you.” I wondered if what I did was enough.
What’s really funny: I never asked her name…