SEAL to the rescue
There was a shouting match going on when I got there. Phil -the guy on the hill- was yelling at a man about 100 yards away. I asked him to chill but he wasn’t in the mood. “What are y’all shouting about”, I asked. “He gave me (a hand gesture)”, Phil said and shot back a double hand gesture.
“I know where you live”, continued the rant. “I’m going to come down there and kick your a*$!”
“C’mon up here!”, came the next salvo… (more hand gestures and more yelling). “The old man’s got more guts than you!” “Wait. Who is he talking about. It’s just me, a homeless lady and him on the hill. Oh, okay. Me, I guess.”
All the while the guy on the street was walking away. Finally, he was out of earshot.
Phil, (not his real name) was pretty animated. He didn’t want to talk at first, but once he got started the floodgates were open!
He told me about the Navy SEAL who liberated him from his panhandling post at the intersection one day. “Take your ID and drop your cardboard sign”, he said. “No Veteran should be reduced to this!”. He took Phil to a hotel, got him some warm clothes and filled up the apartment sized fridge with food staples. He left his cell number with instructions for Phil to call back when he needed anything.
Guess Navy SEALs rescue folks from all sorts of situations …
Thanks, Navy SEAL, sir . The thing about helping someone who has nothing is, you can’t be expecting any worldly thing in return. “…store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also” Matthew 6:20-21 NIV