Yesterday, after a long boring day at work, I was walking towards the bus stop when a man on sidewalk was kind of calling out me, “Ma’am! Excuse me ma’am.” Usually I do not answer to people like that because most of them are just homeless people around asking for money. I feel bad saying no to them, but at the same time I know my money won’t help them in any way- they are not going to buy food, they’ll just spend it on drugging themselves. So, I choose to walk by ignoring them. But, yesterday the man didn’t stop calling out, he had actually gone to yelling at me. So I turned back, and he said, “God bless you. That’s all I want to say, God bless you.” He walked away, and I stood there in shock. I could barely bring myself to say a thank you. It’s been a day, and I am still wondering about the most oddly unsettling incident. I don’t understand why I still can’t take it in. Is it because the world has made me so harsh, that any nice gesture comes with a baggage of suspicion? Nobody ...
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