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While running around doing job interviews – I saw two “punk” teens were sitting cross-legged outside of a McDonalds begging for food (one girl and sleepy looking guy – no more than 16).
I always hear that people would be willing to help the homeless if they wanted food instead of money.
Except no one was willing to help them…well, not no one, just not anyone who wasn’t me. Maybe it takes knowing what it is to be hungry to reach out. Read the rest of this entry »
