Sign of the Times

Mid-morning and the temperature was already in the 90s and there she (or he, does it really matter) stood with a sign seeking help? Like all signs crudely written on cardboard.

Today, I continue to wonder, what is her story. By all appearance, drained by life. Hobbled by time.

We all have stories.

Then I noticed across the way, him (or her, does it really matter) stood with a sign? Appeared weary, equally hobbled. Of course he has a story?

Boldly his sign read, “JESUS SAVES.”

6.2% of Americans are homeless.

Meanwhile.

6.6% of Americans are millionaires.

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