The Good Side

I have to believe that things touch my heart for a reason.

Some part of me is hardwired to care about certain people, or situations in the same way I am meant to breathe, or my blood is to run through my veins and arteries.

For some people, it is imperative that you be part of their family in order to garner their help. For others, you must be part of some particular kind of group. Some people want to go out and try to reform others, some to baptize them, and some just to see to their needs.

My heart aches when I see people working their fingers to the bone and still not able to feed themselves, or their children. That should not happen in today’s world. No matter how I look at it, it is wrong. I know this just as surely as I know it is wrong to take what is not mine.

Today I listened to a young man tell a story that broke my heart and he is among the lucky ones. A friend gave him money and offered to buy his family a few weeks worth of groceries to get him through while he continues job hunting in between the two part time jobs he already works.

I happen to know this friend helps others out too, just depending upon their needs. Many of us are only a step away from that other side, but while we’re still over here on the good side, it’s time to do our part in helping out those less fortunate than us.