I passed this alley everyday, I use to see this women who I thought was proberly once attractive and proberly special in someones life.

It’s funny how when we see the homless on the street we never stop to wonder about them and their lives.

We walk by and glance at the pain in their eyes but never stop to say hi and or even offer them anything of our selves.

I did not see the woman the next day I saw her cart standing alone and I stop and staired wondering where she was.

I slipped back into my mind, seeing her eyes and the cold blank exspression on her face.

She had a life at one time, I wondered what happend to her that she ended up on the street. Tears started to run down my face as I felt the need to find out if anyone knew where she was.

How can we walk by such pain and not see that we could all one day face what they face if we don’t live life the way God wants us to live.

No one is such as high and mighty that they can’t fall.

She had died, and alone.

How small are we.