Muse. Ramble. Rant. Repeat



Coffee

I walked by a homeless woman today.

She asked for spare change, I shook my head. I judged her immediately as a drug addict. I pitied her for needing a fix at 7:30am; what type of sad life does she have?

I then walked into the coffee shop and got an extra large because my head was pounding and I knew it was going to be a long day.

On the way back I gave her a dollar.

Perhaps we aren’t so different after all.

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  1. * Akirah says:

    Amen.

    | Reply Posted 7 years, 6 months ago


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