All walk away.
Alone he sits, abandoned by friends, passed over by strangers, unnoticed, sitting in the middle of a crowded street--clearly in need. I know not if he is the author of his own demise, nor how long he has been there, nor how long he will be there. Many pass, few notice, but all forget the man sitting on the street corner with the hat between his knees. A sea of faceless humanity flows past without notice.
This man represents all those who are alone and abandoned--those around us who have needs, those who desire our acceptance and need our love. Although few can change the whole world, all can change the little worlds around them.
This man represents all those who are alone and abandoned--those around us who have needs, those who desire our acceptance and need our love. Although few can change the whole world, all can change the little worlds around them.
