I clutched my jacket tightly as I went down the jeep. It was a cold day and the wind was blowing the strands of hair off my face making it hard to see where I was going. As I entered the San Francisco church just like what I did every morning before going to work, I was momentarily taken aback with the sight of a man dressed in a filthy ragged clothes lying on a pavement still wet from the previous night's rain. He had that blank expression on his face as if his mind were in another world.My hands suddenly became clammy. My heart was awashed with that unexplainable sadness. Before I knew it, my eyes were teary. More than the pity was that profound feeling of compassion.It was a very depressing sight. How could a person like him survive that chilly morning on a wet pavement? I had my jacket on but the cold seeped through my body. How much more to him?It was also apparent with his very thin body that he had not eaten for days. I delved into my bag and looked for the sandwich I made early that morning. I always have with me something to eat because my breaktime means working in front of the computer so no time really to go to the canteen for snacks. I also included a wad of bill when I gave the food to him. He didn't ask for it but I knew I needed to do it.As I knelt down inside the church, tears brimmed my eyes as I remember the image of the man. Why is it there are less fortunate people like him? Was it a matter of choice or by fate?It was not my habit really to give money or tolerate beggars on the street but that sight was just really different. Something was touched deep in the core of my heart. Someday, I'll make a difference. I have my own share to make and I owe it to people like that man in a grimy clothes one cold day. Someday...
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