“Why wasn’t it me?”
By the time I drove around the block, he was gone. I’m sure once he reached his apartment, he was so traumatized he had to lie down. Perhaps he had a fear of crossing the street.
Maybe he saw an animal get hit by a car when he was little and that memory stayed with him all his life, causing intense fear of traffic.
There’s a scripture that talks about: “Whatever you do to the least of these you do it unto me.”
Well … I failed miserably and I guarantee you if everyone who passed by, including me, saw Jesus standing there frantic, trying to cross the street, there would have been cars slamming on their brakes, jumping at the opportunity to help Jesus.
Makes you wonder how many times a day we are given the opportunity to help someone, yet in our busy world, we just drive by, closing our eyes to those in need.
Wanda Billbe is a regular contributor to The Moore American.