The Sock Lady

By some I am known as ‘the sock lady.’ No, not because I wear them. I have more fashion sense than that. But I always carry a pair of men’s socks with me when I go into town. On our streets, like many towns, there are the homeless, those who have very little, not even a home.

If I give these people money they are likely to use it on drink or drugs and there is a limit to how many coffees they can drink in a day. Socks could help to keep them warm in winter and if they have a surplus of socks, they could be worn on their hands.

I know that some beggars are actually rich and are taking people like me for a ride, but I would rather be conned by the few than ignore the many. This is the answer to the question, Who is my neighbour?

‘Let us not love with words or speech but with actions and in truth.’ 1 John 3:18