Most of life can just end up a blur - melting one day into the next - one person looks like the next - the details of one activity can get mixed up with yet another activity... but sometime something happens that stands out - that makes me stand up and take notice.
The death of Charles did that for me today. I don't know where Charles came from. I don't know if he had family out there somewhere. I don't know how much education he had or if he was ever loved by someone. I don't know anything except that he slept against the slump block wall next to the kitchen door at church, and he told me once that I wasn't bothering him, "You help me and I appreciate that," he said. I know he mattered. What I don't know is, if he knew he mattered. That question just may change the way I interact with the other Charles' from now on....
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