It was a hot sweltering day. I had just arrived at
Fee Avenue pool. Despite the heat, children on
vacation were running and frolicking in the
adjacent playground. Fanning myself I waited for
my family and the pool to open.
As I leaned back in my car I heard the
squeaky wheels of a shopping cart. A crumpled up
man tottering along gripped the cart more like a walker.
He had a few soiled items in it and appeared homeless.
My heart rolled out towards him, a rush of sadness
and compassion flooded the moment. I wondered how I could help.
A wonderful story of compassion. Yes, so many of our veterans, many of them fathers, are homeless and estranged on this Father's Day only because they served, and, as a result were affected in a terrible way. We need to a lot of them too as best we can, as you have.
Poetry. Various urgent, lively, and sometimes haunting poems appear here alongside stark black and white photos of Jones' homeless subjects. Jones takes on the plight of the homeless in different voices, echoing the thoughts of people on the streets,
Intuitively, I know I've lived many lifetimes, and none more interesting than the one I'm living now. However, being born an old soul somehow did not excuse me from the same job I share with you and that is learning to craft a positive attitude about
Thanks for reading the story. It was such a tender experience. I feel very motivated to do more.
Many Blessings,
Sonya Ki
Ron