How many times have we walked past a homeless person, perhaps living under a bridge such as this one, not even taking a moment to acknowledge their existence. We just, walk on by. These nameless, faceless people, curled up, huddled under blankets against the cold bitter world outside. When I just walk by, I spend days thinking about what I could have done, what I should have done. But I can’t make a difference, can I? I’m just one man, right? Sure, I could fold a few Euros into his or her hand, but then I wonder if they’ll spend that money on something they really need, like food or clothing, or something else. Maybe those are some of the things they need, but I often believe there is something we can give: a moment of our time, a moment of acknowledgment, of caring, and, very importantly, respect. Perhaps the next time someone reaches his or her hand out, I should not fear to take it. Take it, hold it firmly, and give my fellow man one of the most precious and finite gifts I can: my time!

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