If you like me, I figured you might like my brother.
Or at least some of his thoughts. I sure did.
A few days ago I went to a mall. Next to the entrance to Chapters was a young teen. Propped up on the brick her sign read something to the effect of “Homeless and Hungry”. I nearly walked by her and into the mall, however, my mind had been changed. My hand went from door handle to wallet, and then to hers. After a few spoken words of civility, I left her still sitting in the cool air of a Canadian March, sitting on a cold slab of concrete, against a cold wall of brick.
I’ve heard people say about how going out of their way to help people makes them feel good. Countless people have spoken of how they have felt satisfied after they have committed a “good deed”. Fulfilled even.
Me? Well, sure it felt good. Did it feel as good as it could have?
It was nice…
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