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*~Grazie Mizuno and Ghnadra~*
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Philosopher wanna-be, tea drinking, free child of God, born of Nigeria, raised in The States with a restless heart willing to fly. Give me a moment along with an intriguing verse and I shall bare my soul. Do not hold back, for neither shall I...
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Fell asleep while reading and preparing for my own little SAT practice session. I was walking down Michigan Ave. Towards my usual train station. There was a homeless man on the ground, crawling towards me, acting mentally ill, and pointing to his paper cup. I looked down at him and was reaching for my cents, but he started to whack out on me and was digging in his ears to make it bleed and was moaning for money. I started yelling at him, "Stop doing that. . . You don't need to act like this, I know you're perfectly sane!"
Then I reached into my bag and pulled out a 5 and a 1, I thought of basically myself and what I would need in the future, and gave him the one. Before I handed it to him, as he was screaming and bleeding, I started being a shrew and was shrieking about how he had better pray to God for strength and help and to not do this to others, also that he was ridiculous for such actions. He nodded, grabbed the one and ran off to a stadium/auditorium area and sat in the front row. I wasn't able to get in, but could see him talking and I heard him too. And he sounded Ridiculously ingenious in vocabulary and outward presence. I was stunned and then ran over to the wall to get a better look at him, but couldn't see, but I surely could still hear him.[weird]
Soooo, tell me. What would you do if you had to help someone that you didn't know out? Would you go by the prejudice of how the poor came to be or actually give in for self denial and have faith that they would send the money wisely? Not all that seem as scum in appearance are scum at heart.
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