Wealth is Taught by the Broken
I sat there on the concrete thinking to myself, “How can they be this happy and content”? We were waiting for the soup kitchen to open and here are these two strangers rolling us cigarettes and telling us everything is ok. Here of all places there was, for that moment, hope. There was content.
It was at that moment I learned several things. I learned humility. That being humble is not how we act when we are doing something good, it’s also being able to receive with Grace. That when we say, “No, that’s OK”, we may be getting in the way of someone’s blessing to us.
I learned a new level of judgment. Here in this soup kitchen line there were no black, white, or Hispanic. There were HUMANS and we were all broken.
I learned to let go and focus on a moment rather than letting the blessing slip away unnoticed.
These are the lessons I learned in the soup kitchen line and I’ll never be the same again.