by Frosty Wooldridge
While attending a conference in Denver, Colorado, I noticed dozens of beggars on the streets. They stood at intersections carrying cardboard signs that read, “Homeless, anything will help, God bless.”
As I walked out of the Colorado Convention Center, one man, wrapped in rags, curled himself around a steam vent on the sidewalk. A cardboard box served as a pillow. Cement served as his mattress. I sickened at the thought of his night in 15 degree freezing cold. Along Colfax Avenue, hundreds of homeless begged for food or money. They slept in huddled misery under the loading docks and in doorways.
The poor will always be with us; just more of them!