Don't We All?
One evening I was parked in front of the mall wiping off my car. I
had just come from the car wash and was waiting for my wife to get
out of work. Coming my way from across the parking lot was what
society would consider a bum. From the looks of him, he had no car,
no home, no clean clothes, and no money. There are times when you
feel generous but there are other times that you just don't want to
be bothered. This was one of the "Don't want to be bothered"
times.
"I hope he doesn't ask me for money," I thought. He didn't. He came
and sat on the curb in front of the bus stop and he didn't look
like he could have enough money to even ride the bus. After a few
minutes he spoke. "That's a very nice car," he said. He was ragged
but had an air of dignity around him. I said, "Thanks," and
continued wiping off my car.
He sat there quietly as I worked. The expected plea for money never
came. As the silence between us widened something inside said, 'ask
him if he needs any help.' I was sure that he would say yes, but I
held true to the inner voice.
"Do you need any help?" I asked. He answered in three simple but
profound words that I shall never forget. We often look for wisdom
in great men and women. We expect it from those of higher learning
and accomplishments. I expected nothing but an outstretched grimy
hand. He spoke three words that shook me.
"Don't we all?" he said.
I needed help. Maybe not for bus fare or a place to sleep, but I
needed help. I reached in my wallet and gave him not only enough
for bus fare but enough to get a warm meal and shelter for the day.
Those three little words still ring true. No matter how much you
have, no matter how much you have accomplished, you need help too.
No matter how little you have, no matter how loaded you are with
problems, even without money or a place to sleep, you can give
help. Even if it's just a compliment, you can give that.
You never know when you may see someone that appears to have it
all. They are waiting on you to give them what they don't have. A
different perspective on life, a glimpse at something beautiful, a
respite from daily chaos, that only you through a torn world can
see.
Maybe the man was just a homeless stranger wandering the streets.
Maybe he was more than that. Maybe he was sent by a power that is
great and wise to minister to a soul too comfortable in
themselves.
Maybe God looked down, called an Angel, dressed him like a bum,
then said, "Go minister to that man cleaning the car, that man
needs help."
"Don't We All?"
