They Are They

“For every homeless person, there are so many worried and sad family members…concerned about the health and safety of those loved ones.”

— a friend

Like a friend wrote, a homeless person isn’t just one person.

Homeless anchorage

Behind them is a mom, a dad, maybe a sister, a brother, probably a friend, possibly a grandparent, worried about them, wondering, and concerned.

No man is an island. Every man, woman, and child has a story. And people who care about them.

The person you see on the side of the road, or under a bridge, or sleeping in a park – they have a story.

They are not just a vagrant, a tramp, a squatter, or a beggar. They are not just he or she.

They are … they.

Yesterday’s gift of time … Took the time to make a small donation to Soles4Souls. Shoes for someone, and their family. 

About Eric Winger

Our perception of time is key to how we use our time. The most fundamental way to change that perception is to give our time. This opens us up to new opportunities and ideas from which we can build to really make a difference. ... Yes, we *do* have time to make a difference!
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2 Responses to They Are They

  1. (I seem to have lost my comment… I’ll try again.)
    Actually, perhaps…an additional perspective might be….” they are us…”… it’s simply a matter of how many degrees of separation there might be. I think it’s also a matter of “there but for fortune go any of us”…mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, family members, friends, members of the human family. Thank you again for the generosity you and your daughters offered when thinking of giving handwarmers…a very lovely and appreciated gesture. btw….shoes are another deeply appreciated “gift” ) ( I guess this comment might be called a reflection from a friend… : ) ….how interesting that right now, the friend is “me”…not the friend who often offers reflections to me : ) Round and round it goes… )

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