Dress for the Day

The creek had low water levels, with a slow trickle in the stream. As I pulled to the side of the road, the steps of two homeless people who stood by the creek caught my attention. The man and woman moved along the trail, each carrying a tote that seemed to hold their entire life inside, and their steps seemed heavy with the weight of their circumstances.

I couldn’t help but wonder about the choices that led them to the path, to a place where they had no shelter, no escape from the heat, and no certainty about the future.

Thus, I felt compelled to visit with them, jumping from my car. “Hello, are you thirsty? I have Gatorade.”