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Author Name: Freealiopterix 2 Comments
Date Added: February 01, 2012 21:02:36 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Moving Encounter



Moving Encounter




I was walking past the library the other day

Which took me past a dedicated park bench

The first thing that I noticed was the stench

And my heart broke and had nothing to say


Sat huddled up in a sleeping bag she shivered

A cigarette held in a hand which shook so much

Drawing in some smoke and holding her breath

As though her life depended on it simple pleasure


In her other hand probably her only treasure

A cider so strong it could send you blind and deaf

Her scrawny - - dirty fingers held the can such

She could quickly cling on if anyone approached


Her face - - grimy but pretty looked painfully

Gaunt her eyes were set deeply into her face

I was so moved I had to walk right past at a pace

Going to church to say a prayer most faithfully

For some sort of hope be bestowed on this girl

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Comment By: FreeFirestone Feinberg on February 2, 2012 11:32:31 AM Report
Whenever I pass a person like that I give them some money -- usually more than they expect -- sometimes way more.  It always makes me feel good.  Usually they are so totally surprised at the amount that they a start thanking me like wild -- but I run away fast -- so they don't have to be to ne too grateful.  Truth is, I am not giving them anything.  This is not charity.  It is simply the right thing to do. (To give one some food or a soda or something is nice too).  It's true for me that nothing makes me feel better than helping someone out -- no matter how depressed i might be -- it gives me a lift -- so you could say the whole thing is really selfish because it is I who end up high...  --David
Comment By: FreeTomahawk on February 1, 2012 10:09:37 PM Report


There are times when I have been drawn to a person, who was in a bad way and I felt compelled to talk to them or do something for them. I believe God told me to do it, just as He told you to pray for her. Feels good to pay it forward, huh? Good job, Alistair.


 


Len





 


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