Yesterday, I was thriftin’ at one of my favorite shops and when I came out and was pulling away, I noticed a disheveled looking lady open one of the store trash cans and she starting going through clothing that had been thrown away.
At that point I turned my car around and pulled back into the parking lot, got out a five dollar bill and was about to get of my car to give it to her. As I was getting out, she turned around and looked at me. It was a very mean look, like she despised me or something. At that point, I got back in my car and drove away. I think in that split second that she looked at me, thoughts started racing through my head….she is angry, will she be offended if I offer her help. It was the “unknown” and I ran away from it.
I am feeling pretty bad about it. I had the right idea, my heart was in the right place. Why did I leave without giving her the money?
That lady, who has a name, at the trash cans is a HUMAN. Underneath her clothing and her angry look, she was wearing her human uniform, which I failed to see in this instance.
Human uniforms on a daily basis would sure come in handy. To see ourselves and others for the people we really are and not just the outside image.
Clothing is about fun and expression, but it’s not all we are or all we should be.
If I ever see her again, I will give her a $20.