The great mass of professional pan handlers don't phase me much I politely say no to the vast majority but tonight leaving work a dirty skeleton with a little backpack, walking past my lone car in the lot, paused and turned toward me. He didn't come any nearer than the ten feet he started at. He couldn't have been more then 25. Hollow eyes just looked at me for near 5 seconds then In a weak small voice said something too soft to hear. I thought "great another pan handler wanting change for drugs or beer" I growled "WHAT?"
He gulped, teared a bit, and just slightly louder said "I'm so hungry". looking into these young broken eyes, It was clear, he was starving. All my problems of the week vanished instantly. NOTHING in my life became so important as feeding this broken child. I'm pretty tight with cash, but it was the best 20 I've spent and quick lift to Jack in the box I've given in quite some time. He sincerely thanked me, but for opening my crusted over soul he cannot know how much I thank him too and how grateful I am for what I have. All I keep thinking is I should have done more.
-Hermit King-
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