He was scary. He sat on the grass with… his cardboard sign, his dog (actually his dog was adorable) and tattoos running up and down both arms and even on his neck. His sign proclaimed him to be “stuck and hungry” and to please help.
I’m a sucker for anyone needing help. My husband both loves and hates this quality in me. It often makes him nervous, and I knew if he saw me right now, he’d be nervous. But he wasn’t with me right now.
I pulled the van over and in my rear-view mirror, contemplated this man, tattoos and all. He was youngish, maybe forty. He wore one of those bandannas tied over his head, biker/pirate style. Anyone could see he was dirty and had a scraggly beard. But if you looked closer, you could see that he had neatly tucked in the black T-shirt, and his things…
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This is a great piece of writing and an amazing story. I can’t decide who was blessed more.
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I understand completely … such a tug-at-the-heartstrings post isn’t it … thank you so much for stopping by and commenting.
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Ahhh, how sweet that the dog is hugging him! Love, N
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Isn’t it such a beautiful photo … pure trust!
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Thanks for sharing this story to inspire us! God bless you!
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Thank you Debbie, couldn’t but not share it once I had read it on Johanna’s blog … touches the raw emotions of what truly loving your neighbour means.
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