~~HOMELESS~~

this is a true story..............



I awoke early one morning, thanking GOD,

for another day of life, a song in my

heart, and my friends. What a beautiful

day, warm, bright and sunny, not a cloud

in the sky. Nice day for a walk in the park

I thought. I arrived at the park around 10am

birds were singing, ducks swimming, a frog was

floating by on a lilly pad. Couldn't ask for

a nicer day.




I had packed a lunch, expecting to eat it under

my favorite tree. As I was walking along I

noticed out the corner of my eye a man

watching me. I didn't pay no mind, and kept

walking. Then I felt a nudge, I turned around

to see what or who it was, and all I could see

was the young man sitting on the bench with his

back to me.


I thought what should I do? I was feeling my lunch

getting heavy in the lunch pail right then. Well,

must be carrying it to long thats all.  I remained

standing there starring at the man. His clothes were

in shambles, had holes in them, his hair was long,

though clean and neat looking, gruffy looking

sneakers, like he has walked for miles in them.



I slowly started walking toward him. Then I stopped,

thinking what am I doing? I then felt another nudge

and a whisper go ahead keep walking. Slowly I started

walking again, hoping the young man didn't hear me

and turn around. I thought he must be sleeping, or

just waiting til I get close enough to grab my

pocketbook and run off with it.


Silly, maybe he just needs a friend. Someone to talk

to. He might be lonely. Who said that? I didn't say

that. What am I doing here? He could be dangerous

oh the things I was thinking. I felt another nudge

and I said stop that out loud. Fearful he heard me

I put my hand up to my mouth to muffle the words.



To late he heard me, just then the young man turned

around, I stopped dead in my tracks, he smiled and

and said, "hi", he was holding a rose in his hand

a Blue Rose, which happens to be my favorite rose.

He then said,"this is for you". I stretched my hand

out and took the blue rose, saying "thank you". How

did he know? I thought.






"Would you care to join me for lunch?" I asked.

Oh no, I didn't say that, what has come over me?

I must be crazy.

I walked over and sat down next to him on the bench

and looking at him, I noticed he had the most

beautiful blue ice eyes I have ever seen.

He smiled, and the look of peace came over his

face. Such a nice smile too.


I looked down at my lunch pail, and opened it,

hoping I had brought enough to eat. I didn't

remember making two sandwiches, maybe I did

and forgot I did. Still looking down I asked

him what he would like, you are my guest for

lunch so you get to choose first. 


I was waiting for his reply, when I felt his hand

placed under my chin, gently turning my face toward

him, he said,"please look at me when you are speaking

I am deaf, but can read lips very well. I wondered, then

how did he hear me coming? My heart skipped a beat just

then, I didn't know. 


I repeated what I said before, he smiled, we ate our

lunch together and talked.

He proceeded to tell me he was in the service some

time ago and came close to loosing his life. He lost

his hearing and both legs, and was walking on artifical

limbs. Those words were no sooner out, he was thanking

the LORD JESUS for saving his life.



My eyes filled with tears, and as they fell, he brushed

them away with his hand, smiling saying don't cry for

me, I am happy enjoying life. GOD takes care of me

gives me a place under the stars to sleep, feeds me

and hides me from my enemies.

I am very greatful to HIM for this.



I have chosen the way I live, to be close to GOD. For

among others I find I lose my way, tend to distance

myself from GOD, with selfpity, anger, resentment,

jealousy, and hate. He paused a moment, while I sat

in silence, he smiled when he talked.



He continued to say, this is my testimony to share

with the world. It is Jesus and me, I am never

alone. You will remember this one day, and tell

my story, when it is time. GOD will bring it back

to your memory and you will write of it.



I was still crying as I mumbled, yes I will. As I

bent down to pick up my tissue off the ground, and

sat up he was gone.




This all happened when I lived in Connectiuct, twelve

years ago, before moving to Vermont. Today I
 received an e-mail from a very special friend,

that triggered my memory of this, oh! so special

day spent with a homeless young man. Yes, God brought
 it all back so I could write this young
 man's story. Who I never

saw again after that day, though I would go back to

the park and wait to see if he would come again.
 Time has passed and today I remember, and to think
 
I never did ask him his name.
 
Until today, never realized the impact he had on

my life.



~~story of a young homeless man.......

~~told by~~~angeloflove~~