To: Voltaire who wrote (23407 ) 6/23/2000 8:35:00 PM From: RR Read Replies (2) | Respond to of 35685
Another RR story..... V-man, BIA's story about the homeless man and your reply made me think of something similar that happened on our way down there last weekend. Listen to this. When Holly and I were headed to our Friday night function out of town before we headed your way Saturday, we pulled off the interstate in my old home town and got in a line of cars stopped waiting to pull out onto a two lane highway. I noticed way up front a man standing at the stop sign on the driver's side of the road holding a sign. Each car stopped. He'd look at them and they'd go on. There was a police car in front of Holly and me. I wondered as we eased our way up closer if the police officer was going to get this guy, as we could see that he was begging for money. I pulled closer and read his sign which affirmatively said, "I need help." I noticed a beat up old car on the opposite side of the road by the stop sign on the right. I suspected it was his car, and had broken down. The car didn't look like it could go another mile. This man looked up and saw the car in front of us was a policeman, and it startled him. I'm sure he figured he was going to jail. The man gave a pleading smile to the officer, sort of a helpless smile in a way. The officer stopped and rolled his window down to talk to him. The man pointed over at the car, I presume telling the officer he needed some money to fix it before he moved on. The officer finally pulled out and went on. As we came up to him next, I looked up in the man's eyes, his face was worn, and sunburn. Obviously he'd been there a long time. It was hot that day. There was just something about him that struck me different than those types you usually see begging. I told Holly to hurry and get her purse. I pulled up to him, rolled the window down, exchanged some words and we gave him $20. I had not seen anybody give that man a single thing watching about 10 cars that were in front of us in line. After we gave him that money, I looked back over my shoulder as we pulled out and there was a UPS truck behind me that was pulling up next. The driver gave the man some money. The car behind the UPS man pulled up, and gave the guy some money. I slowed down and watched the third car behind us pull up and give the guy some money. Then I couldn't see anymore as we were too far down the road. Anyway, the scene, the moment, the pleading on that man's face being different than the norm, and the response of the others after seeing us give him something to help him out, struck me. I would like to think that when others saw someone giving like that, then they, too, would do the same. But what was so overwhelming to both Holly and me was that we both had the same feeling that this man was different, like I said before. We got this feeling he was absolutely on his last ounce of hope. On our way home later that night, we looked across the interstate where the exit was we had taken earlier. We didn't see him. We both had thought about him. Sounds corny, but I had this feeling that he was OK. Thought I'd share that story since it had a similar message as BIA's. RR