What Would an Angel Do? Or Why I am Walking With the Homeless
One day a dozen years ago or so I pulled my car into my driveway after grocery shopping to find a middle aged woman rummaging through my recycling bin and placing my used soda cans and bottles in a shopping cart. Instantly I felt annoyed that someone was taking my stuff even if it was my garbage. So I honked my horn at her. She looked up, her eyes wide with humiliation. By the time I parked my car at the top of the driveway I experienced a change of heart. I wondered the woman or her husband had lost a job or if someone in her family was struggling with a major illness. So I opened up the hatchback and grabbed a loaf of bread from a grocery bag and ran to the base of my driveway. My driveway is short, and I live in the middle of the block, but the woman and her grocery cart were gone. I peered up the block and down the block and across the street, but I couldn’t even see any sign of her anywhere. I wondered how a middle aged woma...