So... a few months back I was in Sioux Falls. I was trying to leave Wal-Mart and was waiting for the stop light to turn green. I looked out the passenger side window and saw a man with a coat and a hat and he was holding a piece of cardboard that he had written something along the lines of...
"Going to (fill in the blank), but anything helps."
I remember thinking that the only place I was headed was Alvord, which would be getting the guy to almost literally nowhere.
As the light turned green, I drove off. As I was turning onto the street, I saw a car pull over and roll down its window. The driver handed the man what I am guessing is money. The man half ran to the window and took the money with an expression of deep joy and gratitude.
What I noticed more than his expression was his hands. They were pale and looked painfully cold. It was, after all, the middle of winter, and he had nothing to keep his hands warm. This image bothered me as I drove halfway across the city of Sioux Falls.
I don't understand why, but it wasn't until I had driven almost the entire length of the city that I finally looked down and saw the gloves I wasn't using. I even thought about how I have more gloves at home apart from the ones I had with me in the car.
Furthermore, I don't understand why I didn't turn around, drive back to the man without gloves, and hand them to him.
I wanted to.
But I didn't do it.
It still bothers me a lot.
"Anything helps..."
And I gave nothing
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