There is a homeless Jewish man who always sit on a certain corner where I live along for money. I must admit I have never stopped and even done more than smiled. Yesterday I was walking with my mother and she ( as always) stopped to give him a few dollars. With shaking hands he accepted and asked if we could get him hot soup from the pizza store next to where he sits. My mom was more than happy to do so. In my head this thread was playing over and over. My mother happens to be a wonderful person, and I felt like a horrible one becAuse I live here and see him almost everyday, she was visiting. True story, had to share.
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