I was walking with my family, and about 20 paces ahead of me was a young man pushing a shopping cart. Suddenly the cart tipped forward and crashed into the cement, along with several of its items. After catching up with the man and his cart I saw that he was selling flavored ice. On the dirty sidewalk was his big block of ice, straws, and a few broken bottles of strawberry and lime. I asked him if he needed help. He didn't. I thought he would be pissed, cursing the crack in the cement, the hot day, his fate. Instead, he picked up what he could and and began arranging his cart like it was just another day in the office. The scene made me reflect on the instances when I was irritated by a long staff meeting, or the copy machine not working. Either way the check is still direct deposited on the 15th and 30th. I'm not on the block hustling all I have.
What do we each have to do so that life isn't a lottery for our brothers and sisters.
1 comment:
You captured this incident perfectly.
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