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The Homeless
I’m just a homeless, dirty, unshaven, old tramp.
I do not look good at all. My walking stick helps me to get on the bus.
Soon as I got on among the youth, an old lady offered me her seat.
I thanked her with great gratitude and accepted the offer.
My walking stick was from a fine large tree that became my friend,
which protected me for years from the storms and rain;
the rain that gives life to the trees, the plants and falls
on the rich and poor, sick and healthy, good and bad - with an astonishing goodness.
Suddenly the sun came out; it shined and shined and missed no one or nothing,
but kindly shinedand blessed everyone with unselfish generosity.
Oh, I remember that kind man who years ago stuck a $20 bill in my pocket and never got a thank you for it,
or that little girl who gave me a $5 bill because her mother wanted to teach her that...
“Kindness in giving creates love.”
I have to say that I saw love, kindness, honesty,and compassion on the street.
Took me years to be a different old man... influenced by the kindness of others.
Throughout the years one experience touched my heart the most – when a man was robbed near to me... when he had the courage to say in his panic...
“Here is my kind heart and there is my money, take whatever you please, and all of it if you want.”
My heart melted underneath the warmth of love and goodness of this kind man.
And this good man walked away with his heart and his money untouched by the mob.
I’m just a homeless, dirty, unshaven, old tramp.
I do not look good at all. My walking stick helps me to get on the bus.
Soon as I got on among the youth, an old lady offered me her seat.
I thanked her with great gratitude and accepted the offer.
My walking stick was from a fine large tree that became my friend,
which protected me for years from the storms and rain;
the rain that gives life to the trees, the plants and falls
on the rich and poor, sick and healthy, good and bad - with an astonishing goodness.
Suddenly the sun came out; it shined and shined and missed no one or nothing,
but kindly shinedand blessed everyone with unselfish generosity.
Oh, I remember that kind man who years ago stuck a $20 bill in my pocket and never got a thank you for it,
or that little girl who gave me a $5 bill because her mother wanted to teach her that...
“Kindness in giving creates love.”
I have to say that I saw love, kindness, honesty,and compassion on the street.
Took me years to be a different old man... influenced by the kindness of others.
Throughout the years one experience touched my heart the most – when a man was robbed near to me... when he had the courage to say in his panic...
“Here is my kind heart and there is my money, take whatever you please, and all of it if you want.”
My heart melted underneath the warmth of love and goodness of this kind man.
And this good man walked away with his heart and his money untouched by the mob.
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