This was emailed to me by a friend and thought I would share with you all. Sure tugged at my heart:

We were driving near the Brasstown Valley Resort in GA and saw an older man hitch-hiking. XXX passed him, then had a strong feeling he should go back for him, thinking he might have Alzheimer's or something. Turns out he was simply looking for work, having lived in Florida and Montana and had answered an advertisement for a drywall installer. Although he got to the jobsite in GA an hour and a half early, he found the job had been given instead to two illegal Mexicans who worked as cheaply as he, one man, did. Now this older, clean, well-spoken man has no job, no prospects for a job, and was hoping that the motel where he is staying in Murphy NC will not throw him out because he owes them for 2 days. I asked him if there are any homeless shelters where he might stay, but he seemed to feel he'd be safer staying away from those places. He hasn't served in the armed forces, so he has no veterans benefits. He says he tried to barter drywall work at a church and a few other businesses, but said they (like most organizations and businesses he's talked with) are afraid of being sued. That makes sense to me - illegals are less likely to sue if they hurt themselves; their status would be discovered.

He had a great attitude though. He says he strongly believes that God is testing him and he hopes he'll be able to handle these hard times. I asked him what he thought of those illegal Mexicans who took his job and he replied after a moment's hesitation that they needed the work too because they were "nice people who had 10 children to feed" but he still wished something could be done to help them without hurting him. Then he cheered up, saying he used to gripe because he was 100 pounds overweight and said proudly, "Just look at me now, since I've been on the road I don't have an ounce of fat left!" He never asked for money and never hinted that he wanted a handout, so as he left the car I gave him the $20 I happened to have in my wallet. He thanked me as profusely as if that little bit of cash were a huge windfall. We'll never see that nameless man again; he said he's moving on to search for work elsewhere. I know I'll remember him whenever I see these darned illegals who are moving here in greater and greater numbers.