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I saw a homeless man, and like most people, I rolled up the window. I saw a homeless man, and like most people, I locked my doors. I saw a homeless man, and like most people, I drove right by, I saw a homeless man, and like most people, thought “I have nothing to give. I thought I saw a homeless man, but like most people, I diverted my eyes. I thought I saw a homeless man, but like most people, I can’t tell you what His cardboard sign said. I thought I saw a homeless man, He held a piece of cardboard, it said “need…” but I don’t know what. I wonder, did He need, Money Work Food Love? I saw a homeless man, and I wonder how long had it been since He showered? I saw a homeless man, and I can’t help but question how long He’s been that way. I saw a homeless man, and I didn’t make a difference, even though a bill burned my pocket. I saw a homeless man, and I realized, I’m still a poor college student. I saw a homeless man, and He didn’t receive my sympathy, I gave Him fear, distrust, and invisibility. I saw a homeless man, on the way home, in my old truck. I saw a homeless man He found a backpack and was given $100,000. I saw a homeless man, and thought maybe he’ll be lucky too, but then I realized it takes someone like me to make someone like Him Lucky. I know I will see the homeless man again and again and again. Maybe I’ll read His sign. I know I will see the homeless man, on my drive home in the evening, I know I won’t change. But, I wonder, who will? I’m the girl who saw a homeless man, and like most people, I did a few things, Locked the door Rolled up the window Looked away Kept driving. I’m the girl who saw a homeless man, with twenty dollars in her pocket, and I didn’t help one bit.
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 12:27 PM UTC
Homeless
I saw a homeless man, and like most people, I rolled up the window. I saw a homeless man, and like most people, I locked my doors. I saw a homeless man, and like most people, I drove right by, I saw a homeless man, and like most people, thought “I have nothing to give. I thought I saw a homeless man, but like most people, I diverted my eyes. I thought I saw a homeless man, but like most people, I can’t tell you what His cardboard sign said. I thought I saw a homeless man, He held a piece of cardboard, it said “need…” but I don’t know what. I wonder, did He need, Money Work Food Love? I saw a homeless man, and I wonder how long had it been since He showered? I saw a homeless man, and I can’t help but question how long He’s been that way. I saw a homeless man, and I didn’t make a difference, even though a bill burned my pocket. I saw a homeless man, and I realized, I’m still a poor college student. I saw a homeless man, and He didn’t receive my sympathy, I gave Him fear, distrust, and invisibility. I saw a homeless man, on the way home, in my old truck. I saw a homeless man He found a backpack and was given $100,000. I saw a homeless man, and thought maybe he’ll be lucky too, but then I realized it takes someone like me to make someone like Him Lucky. I know I will see the homeless man again and again and again. Maybe I’ll read His sign. I know I will see the homeless man, on my drive home in the evening, I know I won’t change. But, I wonder, who will? I’m the girl who saw a homeless man, and like most people, I did a few things, Locked the door Rolled up the window Looked away Kept driving. I’m the girl who saw a homeless man, with twenty dollars in her pocket, and I didn’t help one bit.
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kayla-morrison
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 12:27 PM UTC
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