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On my way there, I observed any number of men panhandling. What amazed me was how openly they were doing it.  Even on some of the main thoroughfares they stopped pretty near every man who looked a little bit prosperous without any interference from the authorities.  Some were standing in the middle of the sidewalk, some were walking against the traffic holding their hands out, and if the handouts didn’t come fast enough to suit

Dave Arden, author of Chosen to Speak, struggled for years with a speech impediment.   It was easier for him to ignore the problem; to simply go on without attempting to effect change in his life and his service. Even as a pastor who served for many years, with graduate level training, he struggled to find his voice and his rhythm.  However, with the help of stalwart coaching, the support of his friends and congregation, and the

“It seemed a queer thing. In these men who were not even very well educated, most likely the product of a very poor environment, and who seemed to have been in dire want a long time, I had found one of those rare qualities that go to ease the burdens and vicissitudes of life: A helping hand and seeing you through. In comparing it with past experiences during all this Depression so far, I thought

Once in awhile, I detected in their conversation and actions a want of confidence and freedom that is felt among friends. They talked to each other as though they were perfect strangers, yet at times they seemed to have met before. All had that haunted look in their eyes, and one of them acted as though he might be a hunted and wanted man.Every time any one of them started to speak, all the rest

An excerpt from the second chapter of Waiting for the Train, by John MacDonald: “Walking along a highway that is lighted so poorly as this one wasn’t a very pleasant evening’s stroll. However, I was going someplace [and] wherever that was would sometime or other present itself if I walked long enough.I finally came to a crossroad and here I turned left and not fifty feet from there I banged smack up against a wooden