While I was making my way down to the transit station in order to go back home, I encountered this man. He was pushing his wheel chair with one leg forward, while carrying a stack of papers printed with $2 on the top right corner in his right hand. He spoke in a slurred tongue, making it a little tedious to understand him. He told me it would really make his day if someone were to buy his papers, which Im guessing not a lot of people did. People sometimes give me money as much as $10 dollars, but I never received more than that. If I recalled correctly. Its almost 11 P.M. and it was the dead of night, its not right to send this man on his way without some slight happiness. So I gave him a 20. He looked at me slowly, and he gave me this smile. Something Ill surely remember. He urged me to take a paper, but Im not really a newspaper type of guy, so I politely declined. I gave him a nice farewell and decided to type this status up. Welp, next stop Beacon Hill station. Cya nerds. #BasedGod
Posted on: Fri, 29 Aug 2014 06:50:05 +0000
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