The tattooed homeless man

by Stephen on February 6, 2013 · 21 comments

in Inspirational Stories

He was scary. He sat on the grass with… his cardboard sign, his dog (actually his dog was adorable) and tattoos running up and down both arms and even on his neck. His sign proclaimed him to be “stuck and hungry” and to please help.

I’m a sucker for anyone needing help. My husband both loves and hates this quality in me. It often makes him nervous, and I knew if he saw me right now, he’d be nervous. But he wasn’t with me right now.

I pulled the van over and in my rear-view mirror, contemplated this man, tattoos and all. He was youngish, maybe forty. He wore one of those bandannas tied over his head, biker/pirate style. Anyone could see he was dirty and had a scraggly beard. But if you looked closer, you could see that he had neatly tucked in the black T-shirt, and his things were in a small, tidy bundle. Nobody was stopping for him. I could see the other drivers take one look and immediately focus on something else – anything else.

It was so hot out. I could see in the man’s very blue eyes how dejected and tired and worn-out he felt. The sweat was trickling down his face. As I sat with the air-conditioning blowing, the scripture suddenly popped into my head. “Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these, my brethren, so ye have done it unto me.”

I reached down into my purse and extracted a ten-dollar bill. My twelve-year old son, Nick knew right away what I was doing. “Can I take it to him, Mom?”

“Be careful, honey.” I warned and handed him the money. I watched in the mirror as he rushed over to the man, and with a shy smile, handed it to him. I saw the man, startled, stand up and take the money, putting it into his back pocket. “Good,” I thought to myself, “now he will at least have a hot meal tonight.” I felt satisfied, proud of myself. I had made a sacrifice and now I could go on with my errands.

When Nick got back into the car, he looked at me with sad, pleading eyes. “Mom, his dog looks so hot and the man is really nice.” I knew I had to do more.

“Go back and tell him to stay there, that we will be back in fifteen minutes,” I told Nick. He bounded out of the car and ran to tell the tattooed stranger. I could see the man was surprised, but nodded his agreement. From my car, my heart did a little flip-flop of excitement.

We then ran to the nearest store and bought our gifts carefully. “It can’t be too heavy,” I explained to the children. “He has to be able to carry it around with him.” We finally settled on our purchases. A bag of “Ol’ Roy” (I hoped it was good – it looked good enough for me to eat! How do they make dog food look that way?); a flavored chew-toy shaped like a bone; a water dish, bacon flavored snacks (for the dog); two bottles of water (one for the dog, one for Mr. Tattoos); and some people snacks for the man.

We rushed back to the spot where we had left him, and there he was, still waiting. And still nobody else was stopping for him. With hands shaking, I grabbed our bags and climbed out of the car, all four of my children following me, each carrying gifts. As we walked up to him, I had a fleeting moment of fear, hoping he wasn’t a serial killer.

I looked into his eyes and saw something that startled me and made me ashamed of my judgment. I saw tears. He was fighting like a little boy to hold back his tears. How long had it been since someone showed this man kindness? I told him I hoped it wasn’t too heavy for him to carry and showed him what we had brought. He stood there, like a child at Christmas, and I felt like my small contributions were so inadequate. When I took out the water dish, he snatched it out of my hands as if it were solid gold and told me he had had no way to give his dog water. He gingerly set it down, filled it with the bottled water we brought, and stood up to look directly into my eyes. His were so blue, so intense and my own filled with tears as he said “Ma’am, I don’t know what to say.” He then put both hands on his bandanna-clad head and just started to cry. This man, this “scary” man, was so gentle, so sweet, so humble.

I smiled through my tears and said “Don’t say anything.” Then I noticed the tattoo on his neck. It said “Mama tried.”

As we all piled into the van and drove away, he was on his knees, arms around his dog, kissing his nose and smiling. I waved cheerfully and then fully broke down in tears.

I have so much. My worries seem so trivial and petty now. I have a home, a loving husband, four beautiful children. I have a bed. I wondered where he would sleep tonight.

My step-daughter, Brandie turned to me and said in the sweetest little-girl voice, “I feel so good.”

Although it seemed as if we had helped him, the man with the tattoos gave us a gift that I will never forget. He taught that no matter what the outside looks like, inside each of us is a human being deserving of kindness, of compassion, of acceptance. He opened my heart.

By Susan Fahncke, Utah, USA

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{ 21 comments… read them below or add one }

1 Purushoth February 6, 2013 at 12:01 pm

Great courage & a kind heart you have ma’am. I would hug your kids & you if I ever met all of you. God is watching and He will definately shower his blessings onto you.

Purushoth – Malaysia

2 Ruoall February 6, 2013 at 12:18 pm

Beautiful story that I hope people will take to heart.

Brought tears to my eyes.

3 Jo Ann February 6, 2013 at 3:20 pm

Wow..very inspiring wish all of us could be like that lady and her kids..I like.

4 Marcia February 6, 2013 at 10:15 pm

Loved this story. Have always wondered if I had the courage to do this, and now I will. Thanks to the author.

5 Aye Chan Aung February 7, 2013 at 2:18 am

I really respect the lady and her kids. I will try my best to possess a heart of gold like them. Thank you so much indeed for this wonderful story:)

6 Angel Chanchan February 7, 2013 at 2:21 am

I love the story very much. Thanks.

7 Gags February 7, 2013 at 4:54 am

Awesome… humanity at its best… tears in my eyes…

8 Bibi February 7, 2013 at 7:10 am

This story really got to me. The lady has a wonderful heart of gold and I see it has passed down to her kids.

GOD always watches over these kind of people. I made a decision to be kind and to share this story with everyone I know as I tried to fight back my tears.

From Nigeria, Bibi.

9 Asfiya February 7, 2013 at 8:56 am

Very nice story, one of the most inspiring stories I’ve ever read. It made me a good human being.

10 Asheet February 8, 2013 at 1:27 am

I wish we all could be like that lady….feel the pain of others……wonderful story…made me cry.

11 SR February 8, 2013 at 1:32 am

Nice story. Reminds me of a quote ” Do not judge a book by its cover”. Little kindness and courtesy can make a huge difference in the life of people, both the giver and receiver.

12 Shenba Srinivasan February 8, 2013 at 4:44 am

Awesome story 🙂 Thanks for sharing it.

13 Genevieve February 9, 2013 at 10:26 pm

The story touched my heart. It makes me inspired to help more those who are needy..

14 Rita Borg February 11, 2013 at 6:26 am

Such a hearth warming story, we have no idea what an act of kindness can do to our life. God will pay back ten times fold.

I inherit my moms kindness I am 65 and I will keep on helping people in need till the day I die.

15 Mulena from Mekele, Ethiopia February 14, 2013 at 2:54 am

What an awesome deed you did dears! You filled my heart with love and courage …… and my eyes with tears.

Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Bless your family.

16 Esther February 15, 2013 at 2:54 am

Good deeds, that’s awesome!!!

17 Jewel ify February 25, 2013 at 4:55 am

Hmm wish we will do as we say, not just words of the moment, let try to back up our words with action, not just to be carried away with momentary emotions and God will bless us in return.

18 Nizam Amin Baloch March 2, 2013 at 12:45 am

I wept reading it.. Every inside speaks something else..

19 Third April 23, 2013 at 12:36 pm

I live in a country where tattooed people like me are being discriminated. I will definitely share this story to everyone I know.

God bless you ma’am and thank you for sharing this.

20 Camilia June 9, 2013 at 3:25 pm

Great story really !

21 Anonymous October 16, 2013 at 11:59 am

Give and spend God will send.

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