I was gone up country, in fact, I'm still there and I was on my way somewhere when I saw an old old man. The weather was freezing and their were no houses for miles around and he was picking trash only he could see, because honestly, the place was beautifully clean. It made me feel so strangely uncomfortable and I felt sort of embarrassed to be in the car while he was tbh freezing his ass off. So what I did was, I gave him my lunch because that was the best I could do. I obviously couldn't offer him a ride in our car because I wasn't in any position to do so, so I got off the car myself and ran to him and gave him my lunch and the simple joy that took over his shrunken features made me so happy, that I wanted to walk with him to wherever he was going.
When I was back in my car, I felt like crying because such people are so grateful for everything they have, and there are such small things that make them so immensely happy that they put our elaborate pleasures to shame.
Us privileged people, we're a very ungrateful lot and deep down, in each of our hearts, we know it.
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Unturned stones
De TodoI speak for those who can't, won't, shouldn't, etc. I also speak for myself. Because why the heck not?
