Street Angel 2


homelessEarly one evening, I took exit 3 as usual. Descending off the highway ramp to Route 5, my eye caught the shape of a man. A man clothed in a beige coat with a cardboard sign, displaying the words “please help”. He was really not a man at all, but rather seemed like a boy. A twenty-one-ish year-old boy, a child of God, standing alone with uncertainty in his eyes and the tired look on his face we have all seen.

I followed the road, the laws of the road, and the neighboring vehicles —  the boy drifted from view, front to back, my right hand attempting to reach in my jean pocket, my left hand managing a brief wave. The opportunity passed. In the glance we shared between us, I wanted to turn around, maybe get back on the highway then off again, but those moments were gone. I couldn’t and I didn’t.

The best thing I could think of to do was start saying a prayer. “Dear God, I screwed that up, How can I help? Dear God, I send that boy love and peace and warmth to wrap around his heart tonight. I ask you to show me. How can I help?”

That boy, angel on the street, is somebody’s son, brother, uncle, and friend. Maybe a prayer is enough, maybe opening our hearts and our homes for some is appropriate, maybe dropping off a meal to someone who doesn’t have one is what they need, or a kind word, soothing.

Loose bills are stuffed in the dashboard compartment now. Namaste.


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2 thoughts on “Street Angel

  • Sue Dreamwalker

    This brought tears.. Your thoughts and intentions are pure.. And the energy of your thoughts will reach this young man even if he may not be aware of it.. His guardians will be ..
    I am looking down to my right upon your list of gravitas ..where you have place.. You are Beautiful..

    Well………. Let me tell you……….. So are YOU!..

    Blessings Sue