The pastor in my church once said that while he was on the treadmill a the local gym he looked out the window and saw all manner of humanity outside.
Homeless, downtrodden, gangbangers, many of which are not people you would want to sit next to on the “el” or would be wary of standing next to in line at the grocery store.
Typically, I would avoid these street people but then, as Fr. Jim reminded us – Christ died for them, too. Not just for we “good people.” Gotta work on that one!

Thanks, Pilgrim. I’ve been away for a while but I think I’m back for good this time. ‘Had a wild 6 months.
We each had an elderly sibling reach out for help – and that was exhausting.
After spending a day with each, tending to their needs, it would take several days to get back to normalcy.
One has gotten more settled and independent but the other one is getting worse everyday and still wants to lived “independently.
Sheesh! ‘trying my darndest to find “gratitude” here !! ????