I’m disappointed in myself today.
Yesterday I was up at Bethesda with Benjamin. We went to have lunch at the Cheesecake Factory as a treat. I put money in the meter, we went inside and had a lovely lunch. After we pulled away and were heading home Ben said to me:
“I’m sad we didn’t give that man who was homeless any money.”
“What man?” I asked.
“The man, who was there at the meter.”
“Oh,” I said, “I didn’t see him.”
But then it struck me. I HAD seen him. I had seen a man sitting on a pile of stuff but didn’t take the time to really look at him and see him as a real someone; someone in need. I think I did realize he was homeless but I didn’t process it properly and realize I could do something.
I don’t know why, since I’m usually quite attuned to that sort of thing. Maybe it was because of the doctor’s appointment I’d had with my son, or because I’d scraped the car in the parking garage on the way out of the hospital, or because I have been so tired given all the running around or
…..really…WHO CARES WHY…I DIDN’T LOOK AT HIM and I didn’t SEE him.
But my son did.
I think that makes me feel worse in some ways. He saw a man who needed us and his mom didn’t do anything to help him.
I hope today that if I see someone in need I really do SEE him or her and don’t just think about myself.
Thank you son, for opening my eyes and reminding me to look and to see and to realize it is not just about me.
Today I will try to do better.