Loving the Homeless

I'm sharing this amazing experience not to brag, but to share my overwhelmingly intense emotions.

 I was headed to an appt. yesterday. Sitting at a stop light, I watched 2 people ignore a homeless man. He sat down on a stoop and put his head down. I have never helped either. An urge came over me, I had to help him. 

The light changed before I could. I had spare time, I turned around and gave him what cash I had in my purse, which wasn't much. 

So many people judge the homeless... "They'll just spend it on booze, cigarettes, etc". So what! I smoke and drink. If I was homeless, I'd definitely want to smoke and drink. What right do any of us have to look down on the homeless? We don't know why they are. We don't know what horrible circumstances got them there. He was so grateful and I saw a sparkle in his eye. I don't care what he uses the money on. Whatever will make his life bearable today is what matters. I cried as I drove off. I couldn't stop crying. I am so fortunate. I will never be homeless and will always have food to eat. I've lost so much this year. My sanity, my boyfriend because of my insanity. These things have made my heart hurt horribly. But at least I'm not homeless, alone, and starving.