One of the cliches I heard way too often growing up was, “if the shoe fits wear it.” I’m still not exactly sure where this phrase originated or what it’s intended purpose served, yet I have learned to distinguish my strengths from my weaknesses over time. When it comes to death, dying, injuries and wheelchairs, I’m at a loss, leaving me uncomfortable and unqualified to handle these environments.
Perhaps, this may explain why God forced me to visit the other side of the street last week. When you reach a certain age, suffer a debilitating injury or endure an accident, these individuals all share something in common, they are helpless. As you enter this arena, self sufficiency is no longer an option with souls needing another person to help them up, take their hand and nurture them back to health. Normally a quick healer, this is mostly foreign to me except for a few broken bones here and a surgery there.
In biblical times, there were no nursing homes or retirement centers to spend your final years on earth. Your destiny was determined by your family, their generosity and wealth necessary to provide affordable care. As the modern family dissolves into some type of dysfunctional reality television show, its no wonder that the amount of beggars and homeless continue to increase, showing up at most busy intersections where I live. Abandoned by their families, friends and employers, these desperate people are like prodigal sons and daughters waiting for their father to welcome them back home. Until this day, those living on the other side of the street which need prayers, support and a helping hand to get them back on the road to recovery.
by Jay Mankus
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