One day an elderly street person was
pushing his shopping cart past the open door of a Starbuck’s. At the same time a young man came out of the
Starbucks and saw him. He called out to him: “Brother! I’ve got an extra coffee
here. Would you like it?” And he gave the man his cup of coffee and then
happily walked off.
Starbucks,
even. We’ve come a long way from giving a quarter to a man on the street for a
cup of coffee. A coffee from Starbucks costs more than a value meal at a
fast-food restaurant.
What an
inspiring thing to witness. He called the man “Brother,” and suddenly I
pictured all the poor helpless people of the world, not only homeless, but also
mentally or emotionally deficient, people who cannot manage to care for
themselves, all of them like the groups of school children I had seen earlier
being marched (“Stay in line, now, boys and girls!”) around the Boston Common,
and we are the counselors who are responsible for looking out for them.
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