So after not having follow through with my original plan, I decided to head for the bookstore (I also neede to charge my phone). On my way to Barnes & Noble (by the Lincoln Center), I overheard a homeless pebble pleading for a meal.
As I started to distant myself from him, I started to feel remorse and guilt... Is it possible that I was the only one who heard him? Will someone end up buying him a meal? ... Why couldn't that someone be me? What stops me?
I found this nice deli and bought a hot chicken parm. hero and a hot coffee with milk. I then went back to find the pebble, and found him where we met in the first place. I startled him when I placed the coffee, and he told me he was diabetic (he probably thought the coffee had sugar). Then he gladly accepted the sandwich.
After helping the pebble I thought to myself: why can't I feed more pebbles?
So now I have a plan - and it involves Wholefoods, and it involves all of you pebbles out there that can help other pebbles...
To be continued...
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