Yesterday after church, my husband and I were walking along Lexington Avenue looking for Best Buy when I glanced to my left and saw a man in a wheel chair. The guy was alone. Both his legs were gone from the knee down. And he was crying.
I could tell he was trying to not be seen and also trying to stop crying. He wiped at his red face to stop the tears, but I had caught this man in the very moment of his grief whatever it was. I was very sad for this man.
When we were headed back we ran into him again. This time his wheel chair was placed at an angle toward the walking crowd. He was in front of the Home Depot and talking to people who were ignoring him. It was noisy, and he really couldn't be heard, but people assumed he was begging.
As we approached, my husband realized he was wanting someone to open the door for him. That was all. We did, of course, and I said to him "God bless."
I have learned to keep $1 bills handy as I walk through Manhattan. I frequently come upon musicians on the street or in the subway with instrument case open for donations. I would have given this man something, but he wasn't begging. He was crying. What could I give him, but "God bless?"
I could tell he was trying to not be seen and also trying to stop crying. He wiped at his red face to stop the tears, but I had caught this man in the very moment of his grief whatever it was. I was very sad for this man.
When we were headed back we ran into him again. This time his wheel chair was placed at an angle toward the walking crowd. He was in front of the Home Depot and talking to people who were ignoring him. It was noisy, and he really couldn't be heard, but people assumed he was begging.
As we approached, my husband realized he was wanting someone to open the door for him. That was all. We did, of course, and I said to him "God bless."
I have learned to keep $1 bills handy as I walk through Manhattan. I frequently come upon musicians on the street or in the subway with instrument case open for donations. I would have given this man something, but he wasn't begging. He was crying. What could I give him, but "God bless?"
