Them

Every day we walk the paths we know so well. We never see the cracks in the pavement until they have become a deep hole that we have fallen into. Cold and hungry we begin to reach our hands up for help but pull them back, embarrassed and scared. I'm not Them, I don't drink, don't do drugs, I work hard. How then, can I be Them.

 

In the dark we sit, happy to give that dented can to the charity of our choice, happy to get rid of that can that sat in the back of the cupboard collecting dust. Happy to say, not today I don't have time.

 

So subtle it was. The hand giving became the hand reaching. Even looking back I can not see it happen but it did. I am Them.

 

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Our Daily Challenge: Yellow

 

Sliders Sunday: HSS

 

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Want to help, find you local food bank and ask what can you do.

It is by far the best thing you can do

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