It rained on Easter Sunday

We walked from the restaurant fat and satisfied when I saw that sight that I just can't seem to shake. Pure desperation and humiliation flowed from your eyes and spoke to me so deeply that I couldn't walk away. Why was no one there to care for you? We sat in the car and my heart sank. I couldn't turn my back, I couldn't just walk away. We hit the ATM, tears in my eyes, and made our way back to that parking lot. As I approached you I noticed the sign held in front of your face as you searched for the courage and humility to face what you'd been reduced to. A feeble old man who had no dignity left. Disabled and alone like so many others. The look in your eyes hit me so hard. You were a symbol for all the things that are wrong with the world. How could everyone else turn their back and walk away. How could all these people celebrating such a holiday stand in the lot next to you, backs turned, chatting and laughing when this was happening? Is this humanity? I placed the small fold of cash in your hand and felt in that moment everything that you must have felt. I hugged you and filled with sorrow. I know that it helped you for today, but what about tomorrow? I don't know what to do with that. I don't know how to process everything that comes along with facing you and everything that it represented. It's such a small gesture in the big scheme of things. It makes me sick to my stomach to know that this is the way our world is turning. It's so unsettling to me to think about the thousands if not millions of people who are simply thrown to the wolves.