I haven’t been Downtown Denver since my husband’s Christmas party, so when I came up over the Colfax exit this morning, the view was so astoundingly beautiful, I had to catch my breath.
I’ve worked in the heart of this city for many years , I know the beauty is abundant and the pictures are amazing. But when you look closer, there are countless number of homeless, cold, hungry, with no place to stay. I used to watch them from my window at work. Sometimes I’d give one a sandwich, or a bottle of water from my lunch. The puppies probably bother me the most. They are used by these unfortunates to get more money, to grasp and dig into our sympathies. Usually underfed, some weighted down with backpacks, these simple creatures hold no grudge to their owners. A few of the panhandlers simply went into a bad situation, already owning the pet, but the ones who get the little pups for their own gain, then discard them like they were trash, angers me to no end.
“You can’t save everybody.” My husband’s well meaning, intelligent words are kind and I know it’s true.
Departing my meeting, running out to my car, dodging the snow flakes, I encountered a homeless woman with a grocery cart. She tugged the overloaded basket from the front, inching the wheels over the ice crusted sidewalk, getting stuck besides my car. I pushed the basket from the back to help her. She thanked me with a nod of her head, turned around and continued on. I sat in my car watching her continuous struggle, and immediately started fishing in all the compartments for loose change.