Here's hoping some of you might join me in posting a story with a picture for Wednesday Wit and Wisdom. The challenge is to post a picture, then write a short story or a poem about the picture. When you have your story written, you can link up for others to read. Feel free to also add your picture and story to another link of your choice. The link up is on my WWW page here.
Here is this Wednesday's picture and story.
I don't want him to take my picture.
Some nice gentleman down the street bought a scone and a cup of coffee for me, and it has stopped the gurgling in my stomach. This situation of homelessness is so new to me. Some of the people I have met in the underground gave me ideas about where to go to get food and some clothes. So many restaurants here throw out items the tourists won't eat, but they will help me get by for another day. The church around the corner gave me some clothes and shoes, as mine were getting pretty tattered and worn.
My husband died a few months ago and my landlord kicked me out. He knew I didn't have any source of income, and our rent was two months overdue. We had no money. My husband had been sick for some time, and with no income our food was running out as well. The medicine was too expensive, and I couldn't care for him any longer. We have no friends or family here to help me and I have no skills to work. I have been to every store along the street, but they look at me with judgmental eyes. This morning the man who bought my coffee told me to go to a shelter for women, but it is two miles away into the city. If I walk there I might not get back to the tunnels by night, and I'm afraid of the darkness.
A car stopped along the street. The lady invited me to get into the car to take me to the shelter. I'm afraid. How can they help me? What will I have to do for the assistance? The lady tells me the shelter can help me find a place to sleep, feed me good food, and help me learn a skill for a job. The clouds that have hung over my head for so many weeks begin to part to let some sunshine through. Maybe I can dare to have hope for tomorrow that things will be better. If I could just have one more chance!
What about you? Are you ready to help to give someone just that one more chance that will make a difference in the future? Arrange your time, dig into your pockets, and reach out to those who have no hope. God will bless you for making the sacrifice.