Writers Block.... I find myself staring off into space trying to find the words to describe what I saw, what I felt, what I thought..... I spend my says working with Mortgage loans. Most of them high end. On this day I worked on a half dozen files that had houses appraised at 1M or more. The home owners, some younger than I, making more in a month than I see in a year. Im ok with it. I love my life. Money, I have learned a long time ago, does not buy happiness. However, at lunch time I walk... and I see the homeless in the streets. I see them sleeping on the ground, their earthly posessions gripped tightly in plastic grocery bags. I saw an older black man, white whiskers poking out above his winter jacket and under his head. His eyes closed, dreaming perhaps. How could he look so comfortable coping a lean sideways against the cold granite building. He looked at peace, while the world of business suits, lunch crowd, buses, car horns paraded in front of him. Was he sleeping? or was he dead?... it happened so fast, we walked by my friend talking a mile a minute, but the picture stuck with me. Should I go back? should I check on him? wake him? ... The picture of his sweet white bearded face in serene peaceful repose has haunted me all week. Im not unhappy with my lot in life, Ive grown to accept my place and be gracious for what God has chosen to give me. What I am having a difficult time with is understanding the ocean .... the vast ocean of difference between the young man who is pulling my yearly salary in a months time, and the sweet man sleeping in the streets. What kind of labor... work.... effort... could the man making oodles possibly be doing that is worth more than the common laborer. That is worth more than the man who toils in a machine shop putting his entire body, muscle, sinew... and brains, YES.. brains into his work. It does take smarts and know how to work in a factory, and if you dont think so, go visit some of these shops.... and see if your opinion doesnt change. Why.... is there such disparity in worth. Why is a house in Delaware, off the beach, that looks like something youd find in collinwood worth 1.4million dollars. why? and why is that man sleeping in the street? and how could he look so content?
Posted on: Sat, 25 Oct 2014 13:22:05 +0000