As I was driving down a busy street, knowing I was late for an important interview, my eye fell upon one of those unfortunate, homeless vagabonds walking the sidewalk. You know they are found in every city these days.
Wearing what can only be describe as rags, carrying every worldly possession in two plastic bags, my heart was touched by this person's condition.
Some people turned to stare. Others quickly looked away as if the sight would somehow contaminate them.
Recalling some long ago Sunday School admonition to "care for the sick, feed the hungry, and clothe the naked," I was moved by some powerful inner urge to reach out to this unfortunate person.
Yes, where some people saw only rags, I saw a hidden beauty.
A small voice inside my head called out, "Reach out, reach out!"
So I did...
and the next thing I knew, bang, my accident result.
Now some of you may find this story funny, others wont.
This is me after the accident.....