I used to pass him everyday.
He’d be standing by the door every time I went in.
He never said much.
I never said much.
I didn’t know his story.
I never took the time to ask.
I’d just smile and nod as I passed.
He’d return the favor.
I’d go on about my day.
Never thinking about the man by the store.
Until,
I began to notice that he was no longer there.
No sign of his chair,
No sign of his hat.
All of a sudden,
I wish I had asked.
Why he stood there.
What his life was like.
If he had a home.
If he had a wife.
I guess I’ll never know.
What made Him who He was.
I never took the time,
to find out what he does.
We never know the stories of the people we pass everyday.
We never know what their dealing with or their place in eternity.
Today,
Take the time to find out.
Take the time to encourage.
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