Have you ever passed someone selling the Contributor on the street and felt embarassed? Have you ever felt uncomfortable or scared? Maybe you didn't even care. Did you ask God why, or do you just drive by, unaware?
Did you try to pretend you couldn't see them? Or did you roll down your window and say hello? Did you ever wonder how they got there? Or where they sleep at night?
Does the memory of that homeless man or woman make you stop and think when you put your dollar into the vending machine to get a snack? Do you wonder what that dollar could mean to someone else?
Do you see the broken dreams, the hopelessness and despair? Or do you see the love, the faith, and the hope that's there.
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