Love the Invisible
How often do you reach out to another human?
On Good Friday, I was at Penn Station. A homeless man politelyapproached me and asked for money. His pitch was eloquent, heartfelt,and with wonderful eye contact. I was marveled by his intelligence.
Liquor seeped from his breath, and a cane supported his frail body, but Icouldn’t help but wonder what his story was. If he were a character in my