Homeless Friendly


"Hey Mister Pickup Man, Are you Homeless Friendly?"

I chuckled as I began to reach for my wallet. "If you are, can you spare some change?"

Leathery skin wrapped around a skeletal body, shaggy sun-bleached hair curled beneath a green baseball cap. A camaflouge backpack and a rusty ten speed completed his ensemble.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out some money, you would have thought that he had won the lottery. I said, "Here you go, and God Bless" You would have thought that I had given him a 100 dollars, he kept saying thanks and smiling and waving at me as I drove away. He rode away on his bike and even when I wasn't looking, he still had his hand up waving. I think maybe he was saying, "Praise the Lord!"

It don't take much to make others happy, and I don't know if he was going to go buy food, beer, or drugs, but I know that for a few minutes he will at least be happy- and that made my day.