how i almost punched a lady at the movies

my mom and i went to see The Soloist this afternoon.  great movie.  that's an understatement.

it really captured the joy and love associated with the homeless and how they aren't looking for help from rich people, but friendship.  

and it was beautifully made.  one of the most visually-stimulating movies i've seen.  there's a scene where Jamie Foxx as Nathaniel Ayers (the main character who was homeless) says the Lord's Prayer and it brought me to tears.  

so anyways, the movie ends and i'm sitting there trying to take it all in and this old lady behind us goes "well...it makes you appreciate what you have..." in a flippant tone.  

let me tell you.  i FREAKED OUT.  my blood curdled and i literally almost turned around and screamed at the woman.  i turn to my mom and i'm like "hold me back, i'm about to hit this lady."  she hadn't heard her, so she asked why.  (i'm kind of wondering what was going on in my mom's head at this point)  

so i tell her what the lady said and i'm sobbing "that's not the point.  that's not the point, mom."  even though i was too emotional about it to talk to the lady, i'd love her to know that it really isn't the point.  

America's stance toward the homeless is so messed up.  either we ignore them or we throw money and  things at them and expect them to change.  

all we can do is love them.  and i think that's what Jesus would do.