Outside the Walls: Hearing the Broken One’s Story

I tried to pretend not to see him. He held a cardboard sign on the exit of the interstate and walked up slowly to my stalling car at the light. My prayer was answered, and the light turned green just before he made it to my car.

I know you are much more spiritual than I, but at times I pass judgment on individuals who seem to be milking the system, not earning their keep, or taking from society. I stereotype individuals who seem to be broken. It’s easy for me to reach out to some of the broken — like children at risk — but others are much harder.

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