Cardboard, Sharpie and Despair.

As I was driving my nephew in to town yesterday to help his aunt at her office, I saw something that really stuck with me. The slush and ice was beginning to really fall. On the side of the road was a person. I didn’t see if it was a male or a female. I didn’t see their age. I saw what in my memory was a statue made of rags holding a cardboard sign that said “Anywhere but home. Please help.” Think about that for a moment. Think about what home means to you. Now think about being willing to stand in a snowstorm by the highway holding a sign that begs to be any place but there. “Anywhere but home. Please help.” They weren’t homeless. That word won’t work in this case. What does that make them?