A Homeless Man Named Sam- Part 3

He’d had a hard life, with lots of worries and many medical bills to pay It all started he said, when his wife became ill, on that sad, spring day in May He tried to keep it all together for her, so she wouldn’t have to worry She was so sick and frail, then her mind slowly became very blurry She hung on for her life, but over time her memory slowly began to fade away “It was such a long hard time”, he said, “Then an Angel took her home on a warm July day” My heart was breaking as I pensively sat, listening to him quietly talk With tears in our eyes, we sat together, then I asked if we could go for a walk “People always pass me by,” he said, “As if I’m not even standing there” “You’re the only one,” said he, “Who’s taken the time to even show you care” “I don’t want their sorrow or pity”, he said, “Just some friendly care and love”! “I lost my wife and my life, when an Angel took her from above” “Never a tear in their eyes, or a friendly smile, never offering to lend a hand” “What if I was an angel?” he said, “Sent from God and no one lent me their hand”? After we left that cafe on that hot day in September I found a tiny emblem of an angel in my jacket pocket Something he must have left for me in order to remember Let this be a real good lesson to all of us, as a test of our brotherly love You never know if that homeless beggar is an angel sent from above I always think this to myself whenever I see a person in need “Are they an angel unaware looking to me for a helpful deed”? Stop and listen to the call you hear, the one your heart’s been given Help those you see, take up their cross help them while you’re still living Whenever passing by someone you see in need, try to let go of your greed Stop and heed your heart, give them a hand and do them a helpful deed. It’s been three weeks now, since I’ve seen Sam standing on that street I've been so worried I stopped and asked many others that I meet “Has anyone seen that man named Sam, who stands alone on this corner”? When no one seemed to know, I asked my friend, that small café owner He told me that he’d seen Sam just the other day “It seemed odd”, he said, “But he never even looked my way” A couple days later, I happened to read a short story in our local news It told of a homeless man named Sam, where they’d found only his clothes and shoes