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I Stay, I Go


22nd January 2008


I am wandering along the pedestrian mall. I am hungry. There is food all around me—vendors and restaurants. When I approach these places, I am shooed away. Looking down, I quietly ask a hot dog vendor, “How would you feel about giving me a hot dog, sir?” He says, “I’d love to, dear. Sometimes we all have to ask for help. It’s not easy. I’ve had to ask before. Don’t be afraid.” He touches my hand. The moment before his mercy is so different from the moment after.

Annie McQuade

athena, homeless

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