Monday, July 27, 2009


As I drove to dinner this evening, I began to notice...



Three, four...



And the numbers kept going. 

So many people. 

Sleeping on benches. 

Holding up signs. 

Walking the streets, slowly. No destination in mind. 

And I don't know if it's because these times have more people lost, hopeless, turning to soup kitchens and shelters

Or if my eyes are just opening.

But everywhere I turn, I see hungry people. 

Tired people. 

Thirsty people. 

People with addictions.

Mental illness.

People who are lost. 

And it hit me today, as I was driving, watching.

Just how many homes I have. 

And how so many people don't even have one. 

How I've always had a bed. 

At mom and dad's. 

Away at school.

At my in-laws.

At my grandparents.

I've never once had to worry about a place to lay my head. 

And even though these people have addictions




That I can't understand

I can understand this: 

When I'm tired

Too hot or too cold



I get to go home. 

And these people can't. 

That's hard to swallow. 

So I do what I can

Some change

A sandwich

A bottle of water. 

But what I think 

Might mean the most

Is a look in the eyes

A smile

A nod

Acknowledging that we all just want to go home.


Anonymous said...

you are precious ~ mom

Lindsey said...

sometimes one of the greatest things we can do is to see them as human and to interact with love because so many people don't.

jenna said...

You have a beautiful way of expressing your thoughts... and it's funny, because a lot of the time, your words express things I have been thinking as well.

I miss you, Annie. There's been a lot going on. I need to fill you in!

Anonymous said...

annie, I always tear up when you write about the people in this world who simply...need. thank you for reminding me.

Anonymous said...

On Sunday we met a homeless man. After he asked us for a porkchop sandwich (sorry sir..we do have water and chips) we got to talking. He actually was baptized in the church. We talked about the lack of instruments and having to use your voice to sing. What a small world, and what an interesting story. May I learn to divide my blessings more and give some of them away:)