Lil' Fry
Alone, In his 60's - fragile! Weathered by the harsh and bitter Chicago winters. Tattered by a long homeless journey. A warrior! He survives. Sleeps where he can. Eats what he can. Continuously praying for another day. A joy came over me as I outreached this weakened and frail man. I had and have the opportunity to show Lil' Fry a little of God's love for him. Never asking, but always hoping, he struggles through night after night sleeping in loading docks and alley ways. This cool day, he dozes against the cold brick wall, straining to gain a moments rest. I pray and walk up to him. Kneeling, I question his homelessness and he humbly admits to his vagabond status and his deteriorating health. I offer him a bed, a meal and warmth for the winter, his eyes light up, while his dazed, confused, hagged and worn countenance gets overcome with a beaming smile. He says "Thank you, Jeremy, Thank you!" We chat over minor details, followed by the setting of some "all i...