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The poor we have with us always


Walking on the streets of Jamaica these days one will notice an increase in people on the roadsides begging. Many times we walk pass them and ignore their cries for help because either we don't have it to give or we believe they will not use the money for good. These conclusions are indeed good ones as we can't give what we don't have and many of those who beg will indeed waste what they are given.

This morning, while sitting at home I heard a knock coming from my gate. I hurried to see who it was, it was a young lady who said good morning and asked to speak to my mother. When my mother came to speak to her she began to share her skills with us. She said she could do rope twist, braids, lock hair,cornrows and anything to do with hair. She went on to tell us that she was traveling all the way from Portmore looking for something to do. She told us her prices were as low as $500 to do cornrows depending on the size. At the present moment both my hair and that of my mother's was already done so we were not in need of her services. She went on to tell us that she attended church and she was a very hardworking woman. She told us that she had a child who was home hungry and in need  of food. She seemed so willing for something to do that she even went on to say that she would iron some clothes for some bus fare. When we thought she had finished speaking she went on to ask if we had any tin food and rice that could she feed her child. My mother went inside and gave her some food and some bag juice that we had. 

This incident reminded me that we should never be too quick to bash people because many are really trying hard to make ends meet but things are very hard. This young lady could be lying but I believe that when you bless others more blessings will come your way. My encouragement to others is if you have something to give always give with a sincere heart. Despite not having all the things that I want in my life I have everything I need. Today, we may be living comfortably in our homes but tomorrow we could be on the streets begging and wouldn't we want someone to help us?

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