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Created on: April 04, 2009
The Sign: Homeless
My husband and I were passing by
toward the highway, and at the same
time we glanced over to a woman
who was holding a sign reading, I AM HOMELESS.
She was as still as a statue
standing in the rain by the curb
with that facial expression of hunger
while holding that sign reading, I AM HOMELESS.
My husband reached into his pocket to pull out
A few softly folded bills, but the light changed to green,
the traffic began to flow,
and my husband drove slow.
I asked my husband what was he attempted to do,
and he said he was going to give the homeless woman
A few softly folded bills, and
I said I was thinking about her too.
I said if you want to turn around you could, and
he did, and we went back to the woman who
was holding the sign reading, I AM HOMELESS,
with that facial expression of hunger.
When we approached the homeless woman,
I stepped out of the truck, and handed the
woman A few softly folded bills.
She responded by saying, " GOD BLESS YOU".
I've only paid attention to men begging for money,
but I've never seen a woman with such pain for hunger,
so I thought to myself, that could have been me,
but God please don't let it be.
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