Today I went to a little convenience store in my town and at the door there was this man sitting on the floor looking sad with a sign saying “It’s my birthday. Help please.”I had nothing on me, so I did my shopping and just hoped he would stay there by the time I finished what needed to do.
I did my shopping quickly and bought him some chocolate and prepared a bank note for him. When I left the shop, he was still there so I started a little conversation. He said he was from Glasgow, Britain, and that he was homeless here without any relatives or friends. My heart went to him. No one should be homeless. We should all have the right to own a shelter in some shape of form. I gave him the chocolate and some money and when he looked at the bank note, he said, “Are you sure?” I said, “Yes, it is your birthday gift.”
Moved deeply, he said, “You know it is really my birthday, I was born on the 16th of August 1970, and this is the best present I have received today. “In my heart I knew that he was telling the truth despite just a few words written carelessly on a piece of cardboard. These are things one just knows in their heart. While I am writing this story, I realize that my brother was born in 1970. He could be my brother. He probably is someone’s brother. My wish for him is that he gets his life organized and finds a place he can call home.