I'm inside and he's out, which I'm quite glad about as he stank, and yet he could have stayed in the warmth for a while - I wonder why he didn't.
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If he'd asked me for the price of an egg muffin I'd have surely given it to him but he didn't. Perhaps pride, perhaps he wasn't hungry, perhaps he preferred being hungry, hey, what do I know?
Luckily I've never been in the situation of not having enough to eat and don't know what that must be like. Hopefully I never will, although I've seen hints of it occasionally.
The closest I get today is this sort of situation, and much more often than I'd like - there are so many homeless people on the streets of Paris, it's difficult to know what to do to help.
Every year seems to throw me into this dilemma - why don't I do more, why don't I give more. Why don't I? But how much is enough? Is a smile and a kind word worth something? People say it is but sometimes it's so hard to give...
And why not...