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Many years ago when I was first leaving for the army I was sitting in the burger king at 5am in the Detroit bus station. A young blonde woman darted into my booth and asked me if I could buy her breakfast. this will be a thread.
She was attractive, a few years older than me. I was almost 18. And I was startled. Five dollars back then would have been a feast and I had 20 in my pocket. But I nervously said "Sorry, I am broke."
She got a pained look in her face and slunk out of the booth and went straight out into the cold January morning. Every day of my life since then I have seen her face. That pained look. And I find myself wondering.
I had the opportunity to be kind and I choked. Did she eat that day? What did she do for a meal? What could I have prevented by simply being a decent human? It has haunted me and motivated me all my life.
And this is why I never look away. She is the reason I do reach out. Her pained face is why I want to make a difference. She is the reason I do the good things I do. I pray life blessed her more than I did that morning. I hope my actions atone for what I didn't do.
