I talked to this man when I went to Las Vegas last week. He was one of many men sitting on the side of the walk, but he was different. He didn't have a sign describing his plight. He didn't make himself appear distraught and despondent. And he was sweet. I asked him how much the flowers he was making were, and agreed to buy one if he let me take some photographs(although I don't think he would have minded either way). When I complimented his work and asked him how he learned to fashion these flowers made of what I'm guessing was palm strips, he replied with Santa Monica, CA. It makes me wonder if I had seen him there before but never noticed. I don't know why I felt such a pull to this particular panhandler-if that's the word for him, he wasn't so much begging as he was just doing his own thing- but I did feel pulled. So I went to the hotel for my camera, came back, and photographed him. The pictures are nothing magnificent, I just thought he deserved it.
"Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some people have entertained angels with out knowing." -Hebrews 13:2
Until then,
Kate