I Am Raising Exceptional Children

This post brought tears to my eyes. Many do not give to the homeless and use the “they might buy beer or drugs with the money” excuse. I say it is not my job to anticipate their intentions, my job is to give from my soul. When you fail to give, you rob two people of a gift: the receiver and yourself.

A Mindful Chatterbox

A few days ago, my daughters and I were passing by a homeless man at an intersection not far from our home in Nashville. He was dirty and unkempt, I am certain from hours standing in the heat on the corner. He also seemed a little off–you know, not quite playing with a full deck… which isn’t all that unusual with homeless people.

We all three watched as people ignored him, shooed him away from their cars. Quite frankly, I was getting ready to do the same. Having worked on “crackhead row” in Chicago (off Cicero and 47th), I had become hardened to so many folks begging at the light–especially when I had experienced one becoming belligerent when I offered him my untouched, just bought lunch. (He wanted money instead.) I was ready to move on like everyone else at the light, when my children intervened.

One of the girls…

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