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I care deeply for the social welfare. It hurts me to see it not in action.
When I finished work and walked towards the exit, I quickly put on the earbuds of my iPod. Before I could put the volume high enough to drown out any sound, I heard the word "change" said by an old man. He's been around the store before, asking for change. He was a scruffy-looking old man with a dirty racer jacket and cheap jeans. He apparently was speaking to a passer-by, but she paid him no mind. The old man saw me ready to walk past him as I had my earbuds on, so he didn't bother to ask me anything. He looked at me with such sadness that I couldn't very well walk by without handing the man money. I said, to his surprise, "Change? No problem." I opened my wallet and cheerfully forked over sixteen minutes. While I was looking in my wallet, a woman came out of the store and handed him a loaf of bread. When I did give him the money, I suggested that if he wanted some cheap hot food he could buy a TV dinner for a buck and use the staff microwave in the breakroom. I told him I didn't have much, but while I was speaking he just thanked me.
"You work here, right? I try not to bother the employees. I'm sorry..."
"It's okay, you don't bother me. You're fine."
"Well, thank you so much. Thank you, thank you."
"It's okay!"
"God bless you."
"...God bless you, too, Sir. Have a good night."
As much as I was reluctant to mention God in this terrible situation, I did it for the old man. The old man obviously believes in God, so I fed him a blessing. I have a hard time believing in this entity because it seems tragically unrealistic, but this old man believed it. I didn't want to walk away without giving him the blessing he desires from this God.
I walked away. I couldn't hear my music through the gaggle of thoughts in my head. I walked by two women on their way to the store; attractive women, though I only noticed one. They both seemed like typical Florida girls, only caring of themselves and the tans of others. As I walked past, I bit my lip in hopes that if the man approached them for money, they would not look at him with disgust. I closed my eyes and begged humanity to stop the hatred.
I am sorry that I am only one person. I do not have the strength to change the world. I wish that I could've helped significantly, but I didn't. I am dissatisfied with the fact that I can't save the world. I am sad because I feel nobody cares like I do.
My tears are genuine. Will someone cry with me?
When I finished work and walked towards the exit, I quickly put on the earbuds of my iPod. Before I could put the volume high enough to drown out any sound, I heard the word "change" said by an old man. He's been around the store before, asking for change. He was a scruffy-looking old man with a dirty racer jacket and cheap jeans. He apparently was speaking to a passer-by, but she paid him no mind. The old man saw me ready to walk past him as I had my earbuds on, so he didn't bother to ask me anything. He looked at me with such sadness that I couldn't very well walk by without handing the man money. I said, to his surprise, "Change? No problem." I opened my wallet and cheerfully forked over sixteen minutes. While I was looking in my wallet, a woman came out of the store and handed him a loaf of bread. When I did give him the money, I suggested that if he wanted some cheap hot food he could buy a TV dinner for a buck and use the staff microwave in the breakroom. I told him I didn't have much, but while I was speaking he just thanked me.
"You work here, right? I try not to bother the employees. I'm sorry..."
"It's okay, you don't bother me. You're fine."
"Well, thank you so much. Thank you, thank you."
"It's okay!"
"God bless you."
"...God bless you, too, Sir. Have a good night."
As much as I was reluctant to mention God in this terrible situation, I did it for the old man. The old man obviously believes in God, so I fed him a blessing. I have a hard time believing in this entity because it seems tragically unrealistic, but this old man believed it. I didn't want to walk away without giving him the blessing he desires from this God.
I walked away. I couldn't hear my music through the gaggle of thoughts in my head. I walked by two women on their way to the store; attractive women, though I only noticed one. They both seemed like typical Florida girls, only caring of themselves and the tans of others. As I walked past, I bit my lip in hopes that if the man approached them for money, they would not look at him with disgust. I closed my eyes and begged humanity to stop the hatred.
I am sorry that I am only one person. I do not have the strength to change the world. I wish that I could've helped significantly, but I didn't. I am dissatisfied with the fact that I can't save the world. I am sad because I feel nobody cares like I do.
My tears are genuine. Will someone cry with me?