Whenever you start feeling sorry for yourself, try to remember that things could always be worse…
I saw a stranger the other day…eating a sandwich from the trash.
Hunched over, clothes threadbare, eyes sad, he ate quickly.
And then he limped on…
I saw a stranger the other day…tears of remorse streaming down her face.
In stillness, she stood…and forgiveness she sought
From a lonely grave.
I saw a stranger the other day…wheeling his chair through a closing door.
He struggled to get in…arms weary…with legs
stopping at knees.
I saw a stranger the other day…hugging a baby close to her chest
while watching her husband get taken away
in an ambulance.
I saw a stranger the other day…peering forlornly through windows so old.
Once more he sat, hoping…for children all grown
who now never came.
I saw a stranger the other day…a child connected to tubes and machines.
Her parents were signing the papers in grief.
She was already gone.
I saw a stranger the other day…white light shining ’round him and arms opened wide.
“Fear not”, he did whisper. “I’m still here for you.”
“You’re not alone.”
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