Tuesday, February 10, 2004
I always see this little old man on campus. He walks really slow, has a cane, and wears an old man hat. He carries this bag, usually a dog food bad or a trash bag and walks through the academic buildings. Shuffling through the long halls, he drags these bags behind him, because he is too weak to carry their total weight. He drags these bags to all the recylcing bins that are scattered around campus and picks out all the cans and bottles. Where ever i see this old man, my heart falls to pieces. I always wish that i had some money to give him, but never carry it with me so that i don't insult him. But i always think... where is his family? why is he doing this? what has happened in his life so that he has come to this? I hold back the tears and walk to class... this poor little old man in the halls.
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