This morning

Every morning on my way to work, I drive past the same man sleeping under the same bridge.

Most mornings, I say a little prayer for him as I speed by.

This morning, when everything was dusted with snow, I watched a business woman get out of her car and offer a breakfast sandwich and a hot cup of coffee to the man as he sat up from his makeshift bed.

Say what you want about what’s right and wrong, about politics and free loaders and all the rest – I want to be more like that woman.

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