As I walked down a busy street, knowing I was late for Mass, my eye fell upon one of those unfortunate,
homeless vagabonds (you know, tattered clothing, long hair etc.) that are found in every town these days.
Some people turned to stare. Others quickly looked away as if the sight would somehow contaminate them..
Recalling my old parish priest, Father Mike, who always admonished me to 'care for the sick,
feed the hungry and clothe the naked,' I was moved by some powerful inner urge to reach out to
this unfortunate person.
Wearing what can only be described as rags, carrying every worldly possession in two plastic bags,
my heart was touched by this person's condition.
Yes, where some people saw only rags, I saw a true, hidden beauty.
A small voice inside my head called out, 'Reach out, reach out and touch this person!'
Not sure what's going on there but if it's what it looks like, those screwdrivers are gonna smoke too as soon as it's energized. Both legs on the load side look to be shorted with that short piece of (horizontal) cable. But maybe they're trying to double up conductors to jury-rig a beefier single leg... Who knows.