SarahJo
Dear Reader, first, if you're reading this that means you're awesome! / I like people. I tease a lot, am sarcastic, serious, silly, stupid, weird, and a person.;) / I love and accept people for who they are. It's not my place to judge. / I tend to be very straightforward and I try my best to be honest. / Remember, you are so amazing just because I said so and also because you've read this far. ♥ / I want to save lives. I want to mean something to someone so when they look back they can say “Yeah, that girl was something else; she changed my life.” I want to help people find themselves, help them realise their worth. I want to smile at someone and feel my heart skip a beat as they smile back.
People everywhere.
People laughing; people sighing.
People talking; people silent.
Everyone occupied in their own lives, all in a hurry; where are they going?
Walking through the streets, I saw many things.
I saw people, faces worn and sad, going through the garbage for their meal; my heart broke.
I saw the elderly crossing the street, slowly, vulnerability written all over them, yet no one helped them, they were in too much of a hurry.
My heart was saddened.
I felt the bitter cold whip across my face, felt it against my bare arms and shivered.
I looked about and saw people huddled in the corners of buildings trying to shield their poorly clad bodies from the bite of the cold.
My gaze dropped to the coat in my hands and I felt both gratitude and sorrow.
Why was I blessed and they not?
It’s a city of plenty, yet there are so many without.
So many passed by, ignored, hungry, cold, homeless…
But everyone’s in a hurry, they all have places to be.
Could one sandwich, a coat, or a helping hand actually make a difference? How's anyone to know....they're all in such a hurry.
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC