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Rachel Wood
West Ohio Intern
June 2010

I am a middle-class, white, female
young adult. I did well in high school.
I'm a Christian or a person who is attempting
to follow Christ. anyway, So, I'm in a pretty good
place, right? I never go hungry. I always have a
roof over my head and clothes on my back.
I count myself very blessed.

I figure I'm a pretty optimistic
person. I tend to see the glass as
half full. I try to see the best in
people instead of immediately
judging. But sometimes, that's
really hard.

It's hard to stay optimistic when
you see people with no hope of a home.
It's hard to feel blessed
when you know that while some throw away
barely-touched filet mignon, others
are starving on the street.

It's hard not to judge when
you walk through one end of
town and see stilletos, three piece
suits, coach bags, and cigars, then
go just a little further and see
dirty blankets, bench beds, and
embarrassed faces.

Why does this situation exist? Some
say its the fault of the rich. Their
greed has exploited the lower classes.
Some say the poor bring it upon
themselves, since they're all
drug addicts and alcoholics, anyway. But
does it really matter who's to blame?

No.

What matters is who will step out and help.
Who will reach out? Who
will show love? Who will put aside
pride and prejudice? Who will give freely?
Maybe me?