There have been a small group of young men holding signs every day at the corner of an intersection in a nearby town.
I have stopped and talked with them and brought water a few times. These could be my sons...
Today, something special happened.
I asked to hold a young man's sign so that he could rest his arms for a bit. I shared that I couldn't stand for very long because of my back, but I wanted to help.
Once I had the sign in my hands, the men surrounded me and prayed for my pain to be eased.
We were all in tears and I will never forget this moment of raw human caring.
I dont interact very well with people and mostly keep to myself.
I'm so grateful to have stopped. These young men are our future and they showed me that hope is here for the next generation.