Her Boots
This is a common sight on a lot of streets here in the wealthiest nation in the world.
A woman, probably around 50 years old, maybe a little older, camped by a guide rail under a street light. A sign made of cardboard that simply says:
“Anything helps!”
I handed her a couple of dollars, partly because it was windy and cold, but mostly because I felt miserable for her.
My window was down, and the guy in the car beside me yelled:
“She’s robbing you! Look at her boots. They’re brand new.”
I laughed.
I also looked at her boots, and was happy to see that they were sturdy and clean.
Yet, this woman was not scamming people. It’s hard to see all that she had gathered there in her spot, but she didn’t have a collection of fine art there.
Everything she owned was probably right there with her.
And I don’t know how people aren’t saddened by such a sight.
“We gotta’ get rid of the homeless,” some politicians rant. “We don’t want to see them on our streets.”
Why?
Embarrassed that policies and sheer lack of empathy is what put them there?
The guy who yelled about her boots doesn’t feel she deserves them…
…for some reason.
I have become fond of saying something that Mick Jagger sings in “Between A Rock and a Hard Place.”
“Put on a kind face.”
Shake my damn head…
…guy looked at her and was enraged…
…by her boots.

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