The Coffee Shop Stranger

We were sitting at a coffee shop only a week ago. A man timidly walked over, stopped a good distance from us, almost intentionally trying not to intimidate; at the same time seemingly embarrassed. He said, excuse me sir. I looked over at a man who had sorrow in his eyes, who clearly had better days. He said, I don't have any gas in my car to get home. I drove all the way over here for my job and didn't stop because I didn't want to be late. I have money but it's in my wife's account, I onl...
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Lending a Helping Hand

lending a helping hand
Last night on the way home from the grocery store I met Craig. Craig is standing with his hands on his hips, looking at a large round chair covered in plastic to keep the rain off; then he’s looking to the door way listening to his wife who is certain the chair won’t fit. I slow down as I pass by, I wasn’t going to say anything, but then I do. I said, ‘you need a hand with that?’ Craig looks doubtful, like he’s going to say no. So I take a few more steps walking away from him. He catches my ey...
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