When you see a homeless person on the street, sitting on a cold and hard concrete floor, you often clench whatever you are holding with a tighter grip than before. You speed up the pace at which you are walking; passing this destitute man with frail white hair and aged watery eyes, as you turn your gaze across the street hoping that your eyes won’t meet. You know that when this man looks up to you for help he will not blame you for not helping since you simply “didn’t notice” him sitting on the sidewalk. You continue walking and ignore what had just happened.
When you see a homeless person on the street, sitting on a cold and hard concrete floor, you often clench whatever you are holding with a tighter grip than before. You speed up the pace at which you are walking; passing this destitute man with frail white hair and aged watery eyes, as you turn your gaze across the street hoping that your eyes won’t meet. You know that when this man looks up to you for help he will not blame you for not helping since you simply “didn’t notice” him sitting on the sidewalk. You continue walking and ignore what had just happened.