I was recalling watching some program on the homeless person or the homeless in a bundle or a package OUR fellow 'beings' referred to as an epidemic as some call it, the Great 'they' were on about one of the biggest issues or greatest difficulties often was the ability of the homeless to obtain what we 'SEE' as Proper Identification... papers.... for and from the multitudes of the great us.
'See' when you are homeless... well 'seems' you have no Physical Address.... CAPISH? that is not hard to fathom is it? Wrap your head around? Maybe So?
So I thought it hysterical how would a homeless person ever cash a check when asked for Second piece of I.D. at the Wells Fargo Window... HMMM?
and ah................. Well............ and...
So why is it we don't tend to flock towards the homeless and view them with desire....?
He or she is mine... 'get your own'......
I Swelled with pride when announcing to the WORLD......... At my imaginary TED TALKS how it was... 'My Father was a HOMELESS Man'
A hush fell over the audience at the TED Talks arena...... Tell us MORE... how fascinating you are....
Why the crowd rose and applauded ... when the speaker was finished... with the rags to riches story.... about the Journey of the humble man... who begged no longer..... in the end.
But where did all the audiences disdain for escape to...?
Their he thought I never get it up for you and just leave.... .... as I .
Who makes the Rules and paints the scenes for the homeless?
Just before all the people left the auditorium the speaker had donned rags and escaped out the back and around to the front of the oncoming crowd sitting there out on the stoop as they all walked by out front... holding out his cup...
Singing softly to himself .... the verse over and over to ... 'See see see.... see see see see'...
as they all but one ignored and walked past him.
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