Who did not spend a few minutes of their life fantasizing about being invisible? Hollywood’s first adaptation of The Invisible Man was in 1933 and the last in 2020 with many in between.

But what if you were invisible and visible at the same time? What the heck are you talking about Dave?

This past week, I sadly have to confess that I saw the invisible man who was ironically visible. We were on the upper balcony of a local establishment, enjoying a beer and people watching when it happened. I saw him, my wife talking with the people next to us. He was old, scraggly hair, dirty face, dirty clothes, sores on his thin aged arms as he maneuvered down the St. Augustine cobblestone road below me in a wheelchair, one ankle grotesquely bent, hence the need for the chair as he moved at a snail's pace. He was so invisible that the people around us and on the road below did not glance at the invisible man.

No one smiled, no one offered him assistance, no one even offered acknowledgement.

Sad, I am sad and mad that I didn’t do anything more in the moment besides watch and bear witness to the invisible man.

That pretty much ruined my fantasy about being invisible, I never want to be invisible and I never want to see anyone invisible again. Look around you, they are out there, on the streets, in our neighborhoods, at the grocery store, in our schools, at our place of work. They are out there by the thousands waiting for YOU. Smile, wave, say hello, maybe offer them a few bucks. Do something, just see them. They want to be seen, they need to be seen just as you want to be seen.

You get the idea, this is a call to action. I will be volunteering in the future to help feed the homeless in St. Augustine, I can not wait to help feed the Invisible Man.