A mother is frantically looking around the house looking for her bra...yelling at the dog saying "did you take it again"...she cant seem to find it anywhere...she is upset because she cant afford to get a new one right now...livin from paycheck to paycheck doesnt allow for that...her son...not understanding the value of money wants his favorite cereal she cant afford to get it for him...she cant afford to get her sons favorite things...livin paycheck to paycheck doesnt allow for that...not being able to find her bra still she gathers up all the pop bottles in the house and takes them down to the bottle depot...she then goes to the store and what does she buy...her sons favorite cereal...as I sit here and see this I see the meaning of sacrifice...I see a real mother who wants to make her child happy...she isnt greedy...she doesnt hoard...she gives to him...her one and only love in this world...the one she cares about...later she finds her bra...thinkin maybe someone else was lookin out for her.
This blog was goin to be about poverty but as I was writing it...I saw sacrifice...I saw real, raw love...the kind one should learn to have....I have another story for you that I saw today that deals with poverty.
I saw a man riding his bike around with many plastic bags on the handles not filled with food but pop bottles...he is collecting them for money...the later on in my day I was walking and I looked and saw this man his bike was leaning against the tree...and he was cleaning what I think he calls home...he was gettin rid of all the gross things out there under that bridge...he makin a spot to rest down there....where he lives.
Why are we letting this happen? What did we do wrong to have to make these people live like this...winter months are coming and they are goin to freeze...they cant live under bridges...we say God needs to help them like we have no resources when we have everything...if we banned together all these people wouldnt be living outside...poverty needs to stop here...for this mans sake...and the mother with the child.
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