For days now I have passed by and
done my best to escape his eye. Eye,
because he only had one. And
crutches, and alone. He reached out
once, the first time, but I pretended
not to see, hurried off to work. The
next times, he never even tried.
I got a free ride today. And then I
walked, so there was ten Rand in my
pocket that wouldn't have been there
any other day. Three steps beyond the
Ignored I stopped. Why was I
hanging onto something that meant
almost nothing to me, but could do
far more for this old man under the
bridge. So, I turned around, and
handed over the note.
We talked about soccer...
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