activates the control centers of the mind,
makes us think,
and feel,
and sometimes…hurt.
The best story I ever heard
was told in short sobs
from a man the size of a young child
who had begged on a street corner
all night long,
with every rich man and woman
walking by, hands in the air:
-No money, no money.-
After a story like that,
I hand over what I have
when I can,
and always make it a point to smile,
and say, hey -
Take care, brother.
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