Things Not Seen

Where is the compassion? Does anyone care about anything other than themselves anymore? We’re so caught up in our own problems that we fail to realize there are people in worse situations than we are in. We speak about feeding the hungry in Africa, when there are hungry people in the US, right in our own city. We place so much importance on the little things in our lives, that we don’t see the homeless woman going down to her “home” by the railroad tracks. We are Americans. Our country has been blessed by God and yet we don’t want to give to the needy. We pride ourselves on being self-sufficient when in actuality we aren’t. We can’t control what we were born into. We were born with many privileges that others were not born with. 

Where is the love? Does anyone show love other than to themselves anymore? It seems like we have been so caught up in ourselves and making ourselves happy that we neglect the feelings of others. We speak about a self-love but what good is that if you don’t show any love to other people? We see people hurting every day but we don’t take it to heart, because it’s not us. Well, what if it was you? Would you want someone to show you love and compassion? If you were born into a situation where you were the “less fortunate” wouldn’t you want help?

Where is the help? We pay so many taxes to the government. They claim they don’t have any money, but yet there are always new roads, and buildings being built. There are homeless people walking around. We don’t know if they were born in their situation or if they just lost everything they had and became homeless. We don’t know because we don’t ask. We don’t ask because we don’t care. We think we are so much better than them, but we’re not. That man that you see living under the bridge, he was once young and ambitious like you. He once had a family support system and he had goals and education also. However, he ended up losing his job when his company had to lay people off. His wife got sick and he didn’t have the insurance to pay anymore so he took out loans because he loved her. He lost everything because he loved her. Now, she’s dead and he’s homeless and we turn our noses up at him. Why? Where is the compassion? Where is the love? Where is the help?