Today Ann and I went to a client’s home to show artwork. Afterward Ann and Zane headed off to meet some friends for ice skating (in Florida . . . . Electricity, je t’aime). I popped into an Einstein’s Bagels for a tuna sandwich before heading to the gallery.
Walking back out the door I passed busy, happy tables full of people chatting. Several feet beyond the furthest one I passed an obviously homeless man who sat on the sidewalk with his back pressed against the building wall, his face roughened from heavy sun and heavy living.
I was well past when a tiny interior spark went off.
I thought, I should give him my sandwich — which I did — and then went off to work.
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