Three Wise Men

I walked past three homeless men today. They were talking about their time in the army, this caused me to stop and sit on a bench while putting my music on silent so I could listen in.

The more I listened, the more I watched people go by and utter profanities about them.

Now I have no idea if they really were ex service men of not, but I decided to walk in to Tesco making slight eye contact and then walking past them, waiting to hear what they would say because they thought I could hear them.

“Have a good day.” And a smile was what I got from them. Overcome with emotion, I made a choice, I had no cash so unused my card to buy them lunch.


I don’t know I just did. I went back outside with sandwiches and each one of them looked at me with a truly thankful look.

Something as small as a sandwich seemed to mean a great deal to them. I don’t know the real reasons why they were on the street, but I spent £3 on 3 sandwiches, it’s not a lot in the grand scheme of things. I could have wasted £3 on something meaningless and crap just as easily, why not waste it on people who seem to need it?

I would like to think if I was in their position they would have done the same.

We all want money, but what is the value of money if you can use it to make people smile?


The same but not…

We treat people differently. It has always been this way, it will always be this way.

Things change, but not that much.

I was watching a man working in a coffee shop. He was tall, handsome and incredibly polite, but it seemed that he had suffered a stroke at some point in his life. I can only imagine what it must be like to go from what the majority consider ‘normal’ to having almost all of your basic abilities stopped away.

He was working diligently, but I could see the frustration behind his eyes and worst of all I could see the pity behind everyone else’s… Including my own.

I can hear all the silent question that everyone asks, ‘What’s wrong with him?’.

Two woman were sat across from me, a disgusted look covered their faces as he brought their drinks over. I felt a burning rage rising from the bottom pit if my stomach. It took all of my control not to snap at them.

Such ignoramuses.

The best we can ever hope for is understanding and perhaps one day the many will see beyond what they can’t accept.

The funniest part, out if everyone in the coffee shop he was the only one smiling all the time. He was the only one who appreciated the life he now had, he was the only one who seemed truly happy because he was still here.

We are too greedy. We are too selfish.

This memory and thought is something I will carry with me from this day forth.