Don't We All

One evening I was parked in front of the mall wiping off my car. I had just

come from the car wash and was waiting for my wife to get out of work.

Coming my way from across the parking lot was what society would consider a

bum. From the looks of him, he had no car, no home, no clean clothes, and no

money. There are times when you feel generous but there are other times that

you just don't want to be bothered. This was one of the "Don't want to be

bothered" times.

"I hope he doesn't ask me for money," I thought. He didn't. He came and sat

on the curb in front of the bus stop and he didn't look like he could have

enough money to even ride the bus. After a few minutes he spoke. "That's a

very nice car," he said. He was ragged but had an air of dignity around him.

I said, "Thanks," and continued wiping off my car.

He sat there quietly as I worked. The expected plea for money never came. As

the silence between us widened something inside said, 'ask him if he needs

any help.' I was sure that he would say yes, but I held true to the inner

voice.

"Do you need any help?" I asked. He answered in three simple but profound

words that I shall never forget. We often look for wisdom in great men and

women. We expect it from those of higher learning and accomplishments. I

expected nothing but an outstretched grimy hand. He spoke three words that

shook me.

"Don't we all?" he said.

I needed help. Maybe not for bus fare or a place to sleep, but I needed

help. I reached in my wallet and gave him not only enough for bus fare but

enough to get a warm meal and shelter for the day. Those three little words

still ring true. No matter how much you have, no matter how much you have

accomplished, you need help too. No matter how little you have, no matter

how loaded you are with problems, even without money or a place to sleep,

you can give help. Even if it's just a compliment, you can give that.

You never know when you may see someone that appears to have it all. They

are waiting on you to give them what they don't have. A different

perspective on life, a glimpse at something beautiful, a respite from daily

chaos, that only you through a torn world can see.

Maybe the man was just a homeless stranger wandering the streets. Maybe he

was more than that. Maybe he was sent by a power that is great and wise to

minister to a soul too comfortable in themselves.

Maybe God looked down, called an Angel, dressed him like a bum, then

said, "Go minister to that man cleaning the car, that man needs help."