The man looked somewhat tattered and torn. I glanced as I rushed by. I couldn’t really see his face. His life was just another tragedy played out on the streets. I shuddered at the thought that something like this could happen to me. I turned for a last look and the man gazed back at me.
He had a small twisted smile and a glint in his eyes that reflected a peace I couldn’t understand. Immediately, I stopped where I was. I’m not sure why. The man approached. I was fearful of what he wanted. He handed me a piece of paper and looked me straight in the eye. “Sir, you look as if you’ve had a tough day. Can I tell you about Jesus?” The tear ran down my cheek and I said, “Yes, I’d like that”, and sat down with him at the curb.
copyright Jennifer Steck 1995