Man on the Highway

 For spring break, I traveled to the southern coast of North Carolina. After staying a week or so, I traveled back through West Virginia to get back home. As we stopped for the occaisonal snack in a remote exit, I saw a man holding up a sign. He was standing on the corner between the main road and the exit. sThere was a light, very long light that he waited at. It was strategic. People would wait in an awkward silence as a needy man stood outside. I could not read exactly what was on the sign something like "will work for food" or "need work". His clothes showed wear and tear, obviously not very sanitary. So we traveled past him to the Chick-fil-a adjacent to the place where I once occupied by the exit. Now Chick-fil-a was pretty packed, usually attracting the Christian type folks and others. My food was not appetizing because my body was already eating me from the inside. I needed to give him something. So I asked if I could. The driver (not someone related to myself) said that he probably receives an adequate amount of food. Stupid me. Why was I convinced not to give? I paraphrase," When we serve the poor and needy its like helping God himself." Wow, I just refused to help God.