I saw her sitting there on the upturned crate.
Old weathered face, wrinkled from some far away sun and a lifetime of experience.
Scarf on head, hobbled leg in front of her, the crutch lying on the cobbled street beside her.
It was a busy afternoon. People rushed by – her empty hat smiled hopefully up at them,
Waiting for a few coins, a smile, a look in the eyes. Anything to acknowledge her humanity.
She sat there unnoticed, just another statistic. Easily dismissed with a ‘They work in gangs to beg and don’t need the money.”
I too have been guilty of the not noticing. But not today. I felt so sad to see this old woman sitting there, invisible.
Those hands have nurtured, loved, baked, cared for others, those hands were beautiful with her love.
So, I bought a single red flower. “For you,” I said quietly while looking into her eyes filled with tears and – perhaps – a fierce joy.
I wanted to fill those hands with something lovely. A gesture to let her know: “I have seen you.”
I’m not a better person than you – I’m probably a much worse one, in fact.
But she is me. They are us.
“It’s not how much we give but how much love we put into giving.”
— Mother Teresa
I’m very happy to announce that the My World meme is continuing under the name: Our World Tuesday. In memory of Klaus, who created a great network of people from around the world and helped them to become friends.
Please feel free to join the Our World community on Facebook too.