It had become almost a habit. I would see a street person asking for money, roll down the car window, and hand him or her a couple of dollars. Then I would drive away, feeling good about myself as the words of Jesus played in my head: “I was hungry and you gave me to eat, thirsty and you gave me to drink.” As I handed my meager donation to the person in need, I would often imagine Jesus standing in place of the person. After all, it was Jesus who said, “What you do for the least of my brothers you do for me.” However, it was only after a close family member, Gary, fell on hard times and became homeless that I began to see street people in a whole new light. Witnessing firsthand the downward spiral of the life of someone I knew and loved opened my eyes to a deeper understanding of the words of Jesus.