We’re waiting and joking anxiously outside the famous pizzeria. A meekly smiling man shuffles through, extending an upturned hand to each. A woman averts her nose. My hand stays in my pocket. Before leaving he frowns in genuine despair over his shoulder.
Old Shoe Press: Stories by David Hammond 
We can, all to often, judge before we offer a simple blessing. If only we could give first and judge second.
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Yes, Joe. Far too often I am stopped from doing simple kindnesses just out of embarrassment or not wanting to stick out from the crowd.
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We must push through that and try to help.
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