A young man of strong body, weakened by hunger, sat on the walker's portion of the street stretching his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating the sad song of his defeat in life, while suffering from hunger and from humiliation.
When night came, his lips and tongue were parched, while his hand was still as empty as his stomach.
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I believe that the author simply wants us to help for the sake of helping. The roots of our sufferings cannot always be fathomed. But our willingness to give those in need even a minute of our precious time is like a tiny candle that illuminates a dark, cold cave left unattended for millions of years.
Awesome....................10