A Street called Hope

I look into the eyes of many as I walk down this street called suffering and I see so many who live here, who dwell here who were born and destined to live here. All kinds of people with differeent disabilities, ailments, ilnesses and as I walk down I feel cold shivers down my neck. A scary sight it is...My fellow man is subjected to abject poverty...Waking up to a morning of hunger and suffering and going to lay at night with no assurance of awaking the next morning. I walk down this street and feel the pain felt by those who dwell here, those who have no legs, no hands, those who have no eyes, those who have lost their sense of speech, all watch me pass by and hope that I spare some change...some change that can bring silence to the rumbling of their empty stomachs. Even in my humility, not posessing much... I find something to give. As I walk on, a little child runs up to me, gives me a hug and says 'Thank you 'and for the very first time in a long time, an unexplainable warmth of satisfaction burns in me and the yearn to do more develops in me. I reach deeper into my pocket and bring out more alms for the needy...and as I walk down this street, I tend to the needs of the poor and as pouring water on very dry soil, loosens it up and enriches it making it very fine and loosening up tight air spaces...The faces of these people begin to lighten up and frowns are turned upside down...It seemed like light was brought back into their lives. My heart leapt for joy for the satisfaction I got was beyond the words in my head. People who had already signed out of life's account and awaited the day the earth would open up and swallow them, people who thought the word 'hope' meant nothing and resolved there was nothing to live for, people who lived on this street of suffering moved on to the next street.....A Street called 'Hope'