So the other day i was driving to work and i drove past this man laying on the ground at a bus stop. Even though i was going maybe 40mph, i could tell he wasn’t moving. God was really urging me to not just continue driving by like the hundreds of other cars were. So, i made a u-turn and found a safe parking lot directly across the street from where he was laying. Now i am not that naive, I know that this particular area of Santa Ana has a pretty large population of homeless people who sleep on the street. This guy was different. He was a clean man wearing a plaid shirt and jeans. His head was down so i couldn’t really determine his age, but i guessed him to be older as he didn’t have any hair. I called 911 and reported what i saw, then i decided to wait until help arrived.
As i sat there at a safe distance, i watched busy commuters fly past him. The more disturbing image was the pedestrians walking on that side of the street. Many had to walk over his arm to keep on their path and yet they kept walking. Some of them looked down at him, but all of them kept walking. I started to become so outraged and sad at the same time. Then i began to pray for him. I prayed first that if he was injured in some way that it would not be serious. Then i prayed for his heart. Whatever situation had led him to this point in his life i prayed that it would be a turning point and that he would be pointed to Jesus. Then i cried for him.
Finally, after what seemed liked forever a police car pulled up (it was probably less then 5 minutes). A young 20-something officer got out, night stick in hand. He went over and kicked the man on the bottom of his shoes and seemed really annoyed to have pulled the short straw and be sent on this call.
At that point i felt as though i had done all i could for that moment and started to drive away. My path had to take right past where the man and the police officer were and to my surprise as the man sat up (clearly impaired by something) he was my age. He wasn’t bald because he was old, probably chose to shave his head. He almost looked like a construction worker type that you might see up in a cherry-picker truck working on power lines.
Off i went on my way. I did pray for him again as i drove past. I hope that he is okay and that this is a wake-up call for him. Do you think i should have done more? What about all the other people who regularly sleep on the street? I feel God is trying to tell me something about them too.