I've worked for about 10 months now.
There's a caucasian who sits outside our outlet often. Normally he sits down and eats. Sometimes it's a small portion of homecooked porridge, other times he drinks a huge bottle of flavoured milk and I think that will be the only meal he has the whole day. His appearance is always disheveled. I guess the most important thing about him I should mention is that every time he packs up and leaves, he lugs a huge backpack that's too heavy for him. Either that, or he's really frail cause his skinny legs gives slight hints of wobbling with each step that he takes.

There's this lady who has dropped by our shop a couple of times. She hasn't tried Ben and Jerry's, not that I know of anyway. She asked me today if I would exchange her coins with some notes as she always does. I've seen her. She sells donation tickets near the train station.

Her colleague holds a clutch when he walks. He is a cripple. And when he walks, each step is strenuous and garners many stares. Every once in awhile, he wobbles back to our table to have a breather before approaching passer-bys with his tickets again. It's hard for him to sell them cause he can't walk much and most of the time he stands stationary at a spot and leans on his clutch. I also know he has a hard time selling them cause he has a supervisor who scolded and cursed at him.

Many people will look at them and give them a second glance of pity, but that's about it. When I saw the 2 donation ticket sellers today, watching the guy in clutches getting weird stares and blunt rejections did something in me enough to want to write this. I'm empathetic towards people who are going through emotional turmoils. But people with physical disabilities have my compassion. A compassion that wishes to be able to better their lives. It was such helplessness when I looked on, knowing I could give them something to eat today, but I couldn't better their lives permanently. This makes me think of Heidi Baker. I think she would have taken them to her home or shelter without any questions asked. She's not rich, but she has a lot of faith. Faith that helped her build her homes, take in homeless kids unconditionally, and believing that God will provide for each of them. As I stared at the guy, it made me realised I have nothing I could give to them materially speaking. At the point I wished that I have some homes or welfare centres to speak of, to care for these people who have been outcasted by the mainstream society. It's not pity. It goes beyond compassion. I think it's love. I want to be able to give them something to eat everyday so that they won't have to worry about not hitting the sales target for the day or being cursed at. More than that, I think many of them are unreached. We preach at normal kids with abnormal problems but we don't reach out to abnormal kids with normal problems. Imagine this. A home whereby all these people live and won't have to worry about basic needs, and living their lives for Jesus, knowing exactly His plan and purpose for them. They no longer feel rejected, but they know that they're born for such a time as this and they use what they have for God. When they know they are leading a life that is fulfilling and dreaming for Him, I really think it's beautiful.