A man came and sat on the curb in front of a bus stop, where a driver was washing his car; he but looked like detained for lack of money to ride the bus. After a few minutes, he spoke. “That’s a very pretty car.” He was ragged but he had an air of dignity around him. His scraggly blond beard kept more than his face warm. The driver thought, ‘I hope he doesn’t ask me for any money.’ He didn’t. The driver said, “Thanks,” and continued wiping off his car.
He sat there quietly as he worked. The expected plea for money never came in. As the silence between them widened, something inside the driver said, ‘ask him if he needs any help.’ The driver was sure that he would say ‘yes.’ The driver asked him, “Do you need any help?” He answered in three simple but profound words that the driver shall never forget. “Don’t we all?” He asked.
The driver expected nothing but an outstretched grimy hand. He but spoke the three words that shook the driver. We often look at others with an understanding that ‘we have something special’ that others really yearn for or at least we are some way perfect. Who can ever forget the three words that the unknown stranger spoke. Who among us are not in need of support?
