Just saw something that really touched me.
As I stepped out the gates of my house, I saw an old man; I see him around and I know he picks stuff from bins. Never really thought he picked meals too from bins.
Its so farfetched when we hear and read (and even see them) about people like this. I don't know this man, have no idea if he's alright and just extremely poor or if he's under a curse, but I felt deep within, something about what I had seen.
So I went back in thinking "I just had a perfect breakfast", and then I rushed back to the fridge for the remaining of a loaf of bread from which I ate last night; picked it, then stopped and thought "so what will he eat it with? The stuff he had already picked?" Moved and then hesitated and wondered again "why does he pick from bins?" and then finally went out. This man was gone.
It hurt me deeply, but also taught me:
"We take for granted the "normal" things of life. We eat when we want, eat less cos we're on a diet, miss meals cos we're busy at work and complain that we're eating less than we should, eat more to put on some weight. And this man and some others eat "if" they get the chance, they have decided they would eat three times a day and so they go to bins to satisfy that decision. We are not these people, we have worked and are working to earn a living, but do we thank God sincerely (and not as a ritual or routine) for that cup of coffee and biscuits at work? For that plate of rice and salad for lunch? For the 3 course meal when we're out with our spouses for dinner?"
Lets not take for granted the little things. They would change our lives forever if taken away.
Bless y'all!
