It isn't what a homeless person said to me, but rather what I witnessed between the homeless man and my 2 (nearly 3) year old daughter…
I jumped on the bus with my daughter and pushed her pram into the buggy area..
It was then I noticed this man. Unkempt, smelling like old alcohol with the saddest, watery eyes.
He was in the seat right next to the buggy area and my daughter just kept smiling and staring at him.
I could see people get on and rather stand than take the seat next to him.
All the while my daughter kept looking and smiling..
She finally got his attention.
He looks up from his hands, looks at my daughter and she smiles again.
He smiles back.
My daughter reached out, touched his face and said “it's okay”.
He takes a deep, shaky breath.. tears start, the bus stops.
He stands up, says “thank you”, wipes his eyes and leaves the bus.
It probably doesn't even seem like such a big thing.. but it was intense to see my daughter feel this man's pain and just want to make it better when everyone around us just ignored another person so low…
-Stacey Duggan
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