Ziggy
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Posted: Jan. 07 2005,3:18 pm |
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I know other boards are read by most but I felt compelled to post it here too. 
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A week or two before Christmas, during a mad rush to the mall at lunch, I pull off the freeway and as you often see, there was a man sitting there with his head between his knees, filthy clothes, toe peeking out of the badly worn shoes, hagardly looking hair that obviously hadn't been cleansed in a LONG time, holding a simple sign on a torn piece of cardboard saying "Hungry" with what looked like drywall used as chalk. So as I'm sitting there at the light a sentimental feeling came over me, he probably looked to be a Nam Vet by his age, so I reached and grabbed all the change(probably $3-4) I had in my pushbutton change holder as the light turned green, I popped my head out the window and yelled to wake him up and held out my hand with the change in it. Our hands met and I released my change into his weathered and rough hands...He truely looked greatful, smiled broadly and said godbless.
On Christmas Eve morning, my friends and I played golf early in the morning. Most times after we finish playing we will go to a place to grab a bite to eat before heading off on our ways. We get our grub and sit on the patio to eat. As we were eating, talking about the one or two good shots we had, laughing at the many shitty shots, poking fun at one friend who spent alot of time in the bushes, a homeless man walks by, sits down at one of the tables, does a couple stretches and pulls out a little tiny book. He opens it and turns about 30 pages before settling in to reading. This fellow looked like he'd just woken up, dirt on his clothes and pollen stuck to his hair like he'd slept under a bush. Sunken cheeks, and skinny as a toothpick. I felt that feeling again, especially as I swallowed my last bite of chilidog. I got up, went to the window and ordered some fries and a burger.
After recieving the order, I walked over to him and handed him the bag of food. He put his book down, looked up at me as I handed him the bag, graciously accepting the gift. With a soft spoken thank you, his drooppy eyes popped open with delight. He opened the bag and took one fry out and ate it, then closed the bag again.I wished him a Merry Christmas. He wished me a Merry Christmas too and opened his Bible back up.
I sat back down with my friends and observed him for a short while. He'd eat one fry at a time, each time opening and closing the bag trying to keep them as fresh as possible and making them last. One moment our eyes met again and he smiled. I smiled back.
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These two experiences is something that I have never done before...didn't know any better and maybe thought they should take better care of themselves instead. I just felt compelled. 
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