PERILS OF MY UPBRINGING ~ author Anonymous

Some people turned to stare. Others quickly looked away as if the sight would somehow contaminate them.

Recalling my old Rabbi who always admonished me to “care for the sick, feed the hungry and clothe the naked,” I was moved by some powerful inner urge to reach out to this unfortunate person.

Wearing what can only be described as rags, carrying her treasured worldly possessions in two plastic bags, my heart was touched by this person’s condition.

Yes, where some people saw only rags, I saw a true, hidden beauty..

A small voice inside my head called out, “Reach out, reach out and touch this person!”

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So I did.
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