So many problems in our world today seem so daunting, so big, so overwhelming that individually we cannot determine what to do. Sometimes, we ask ourselves, “What can I do that will really make a difference?” Sometimes, we become so accustomed to the problem that we simply don’t realize it still exists and that the solution may be right in front of us. I want to share two stories about just trying to make a difference.

The second is about a young woman named Brittany. From time to time over the last 6 months, I have seen Brittany near Washington University holding her cardboard sign with her handwritten note asking for help. As a general rule, I give everyone like Brittany a little out of my pocket. I tell my children, who frequently see me do this, that, if life has forced these folks to suffer the humiliation and pain of having to beg, the least I can do is give them a little money out of my pocket. I know there are arguments as to why this never actually helps; but, if I can ease a bit of suffering, look them in their eyes and offer a sincere ”good luck”, I think that is the right thing to do. So, Brittany usually got a dollar as I passed by...not knowing her name or story. I know that Brittany always had a pained expression on her face. This look was of both physical as well as emotional pain. One day a couple of weeks ago, I saw Brittany at a new location, so I gave her a dollar; but, this time, I gave her my business card as well. I told her we might be able to help and to call me. That night, I told my wife about my day (including giving Brittany my card) and she asked,  “Does that ever work?" I had to regrettably say no. Before I could say it ,she said “I know, you have to try." I soon forgot about giving this young woman my business card. A few days later, I get a phone call, “Hello, this is the person you gave your card to, my name is Brittany.” She told me a little of her story including sometimes sleeping in the car of a friend.

I asked how I can get back in touch after I check into what we might be able to do. She gave me her mother’s phone number and I told her to hang in there and we would be back in touch. We called the phone too many times to count and never reached anyone. I was driving by the university again the other day and saw her out there again; but , I was not in the lane where I could stop and talk to her again. I should have tried harder to reach her. I will go there again and try to find her.