There is an Indian prayer used to intimate that you should not judge until you have lived another's circumstances.
Great Spirit, grant that I may not criticize my neighbor until I have walked a mile in his moccasins.
Of course through the years it has been co-opted and reworked to the simpler saying, "Walk a mile in my shoes," but it means the same thing. That you just cannot fully appreciate another's life and hurdles until you have experienced them first hand.
There are, of course, moments when we can fathom, guess, shudder at someone's circumstances through the wonderful human sense of empathy.
This is one of those times.
Pictured is NYPD Officer Larry DiPrimo. On November 14th, a frigid night in Manhattan, he came upon this homeless man with no shoes on his feet. Said DiPrimo, "I had two pairs of wool winter socks and combat boots, and I was cold."
He offered to get the man some socks and shoes. The man replied, "I never had a pair of shoes."
Officer DiPrimo went immediately to the nearby Sketchers store, spent $75 of his own money, purchased warm socks and boots for the man, returned, knelt down, and put them on the man's feet.
"He smiled from ear to ear," DePrimo said. "It was like you gave him a million dollars."
Why did he do this?
All because he could. The simplest, kindest reason of all. He could. No quest for glory or recognition. Just a simple act of human kindness in a world where we see far too little of it in action.
It is why we do what we do with Namaste/Yes, Virginia. We may not be hungry. We not may be cold or have icicles that form inside our homes, but we have empathy and we can imagine.
Thank you all so much for the donations that have been coming in. Needs are many.
Like Officer DiPrimo, if you can help, do help. When one life touches another, both lives are changed forever.