Yesterday my sister and I exited I-485 on South Tryon and saw a guy holding a "homeless" sign. At least I think that's what the sign said; traffic was turning too fast for me to slow down. He looked about my age, 30ish, had a scraggly beard and long matted hair.
Mary said, "you don't see that much," and I said, "you do here, often."
She said, "I wish I could do something," and I said, "I wish I could give him a job."
Although I can't give him a job right now, I should have done more: I should have gone back. I should have stopped, pulled over into a parking lot and walked over and talked with him. I didn't do that because I didn't think of it, not because I was frightened or squeamish. Next time I'll do it.
My perspective of what I can do is evolving. For so long I've just been an observer, I've felt like my hands have been tied; but that's changing. And it isn't my hands that are becoming untied, they've always been untied…it's my mind.
How many other "good people" with good intentions are there out there who sit by complacently only because that's what they've always done?
Hey Mr. Shaw,
This is really cool and such a great idea. I hope that I will be a help to your project. Can't wait to hear from you soon =)
Lisa