My name is just Grandpa, if you want to tell me stories of your old betsys, or whatever you called her, feel free. Nothing I like better than hearing old stories. I live in Monroeville, NJ and you can contact me though this blog

Monday, February 19, 2007



HOMELESS PERSON
As I walked down the busy footpath, knowing I was late for an important meeting, my eye fell upon one of those unfortunate, homeless vagabonds that are found in every city these days.Wearing what can only be describes as rags, carrying every worldly possession in two plastic bags, my heart was touched by this person's condition.Some people turned to stare. Others quickly looked away as if the sight would somehow contaminate them.Recalling some long ago Sunday School admonition to "care for the sick, feed the hungry and clothe the naked," I was moved by some powerful inner urge to reach out to this unfortunate person.Yes, where some people saw only rags, I saw a hidden beauty. A small voice inside my head called out, "Reach out, reach out!"
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¯So I did.........
.I get out of the hospital in about 3 months
.It would be nice to get a card or maybe a visitor

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