Yesterday, I was moving to a new apartment and saw a man in the streets. He has no legs, but prosthesis. Not only that, he was deaf and cannot speaks. What a poor man! I said to myself. The problem is that I did not feel pity for him, but for me and the rest of the world. Must of the time I heard people complaining about situations in life; and I cough myself doing that recently. What about the man asking for money? I gave him money, but worthier than that, I asked God to help him. He was really grateful (he said: "thanks" in sign language); and I said your-welcome in the same way. His smile was priceless as my feelings at that moment. How far down we, as a society, had fell?
"Sometimes we need to stop and smell the flowers".
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