"Hey man, you got a cigarette?" the bum sat in the alley, without shoes calling out to me. Dirty shirt. The sky looked like it was going to rain.
"I don't smoke" I spat out at him. I don't.
As I stopped off at the 7-11 to get my fried chicken wings. A twinge of something hit me.
"A pack of Marlboro mediums" I asked the attendant.
"Mediums?" she shrugged. And got a pack of Marlboros for me. It'd been so long, what I got weren't the brand I use to smoke many years ago. But whatever.
I walked back to my office. And passed the homeless man again. I handed him a pack of cigarettes. The look on his face was priceless. Like Natalie Wood when she found out there IS a Santa Claus. He was very thankful and I went on my way. What a great feeling.
Should I have bought him food? Or given him my chicken wings.
I think around this time, it's not giving people what they need, but it's giving them what they want.
Merry Christmas.
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