There is a certain kind of people we see every day but we do
not pay much attention to them. What did
you do the last time you saw a beggar? Many of us feel a moving spirit inside
of us, which sees us reaching to our pockets, purses or wallets to give what
small change we have. A greater portion of us roll up windows and look away to
the red robot that seems to be taking forever to turn green, some even toggle
the radio with no cause. Today I brought
the question closer to home, what did I do this morning when I saw a beggar?
This morning when the taxi passed a place called Killarny, I
saw a familiar face, a beggar that has always been at that very same spot from
ever since I can remember. The first
thing that erupted in my mind was diligence, commitment and a true persevering grit,
like no other I have witnessed. Why these traits, you ask. These are just some traits that a lot of
people lack in almost everything that we encounter on a day to day basis. A lot
of people lack them in totality and never find them their entire lives. In
saying so, many are only committed to feeding themselves or going to the
bathroom to relieve themselves, their diligence is only existent because of
conformity and being comfortable and the one thing that a form of grit is seen
is in the natural feat of waking up every day, so we might as well as not put
that in the list because they have no control over that. Now, some might be
asking themselves, is the beggar not comfortable where he is, if he is at the
same spot every day? To anyone who does, I will ask this of them: 'if you were
on crutches and crippled where would you be?'
If you or anyone in this world wants to see a glimpse of
hope, look into the beggars eyes when he has just found a meal for a day, watch
him processing, calculating in his mind how he can turn this little he has into
a meal, not just for a day but for the next week. At that point, portion is
portion and little nonexistent. If you want to see mercy, as the beggar walks away
from you, look at his callous wedged feet and ask yourself how great God is to
put a sole under his feet. While you
cringe at an awful fart smell in a taxi or in a room, think and hopefully be in
awe of how God masks his nose from the scent that emanates from his body and
clothing from months without a drop of water to bathe. At dusk, when the city
streets start clearing up, the beggar gathers up the solar charged energy within
his limbs to start gathering the remains of potential substance for a winter
night, that seems to be a life time to you and I deprived of sleep from a
measly cough. As the common beggar does, should we not too in our minds at the
clearing of the day’s events invest a thought in our faith, because that night
transcends to more than just a couple of hours, it is a lifetime lived and his
can end in a whim.
Being a beggar means that you have suffered seclusion, so
does being a nerd or introvert. Being a
beggar means you do it all to survive, so did our parents do so that we could
be what we are today, fed and educated. Being
that beggar means I find sustenance in others remains, so does it seem to me
being paid for one man’s idea that you keep running in what company you work. Being
that beggar speaks of and in one culture, one creed and that is survival. The
hand of God is seen in the life of a beggar, which is divinity at its best.
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