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10 Minutes: Entry 6
Date: May 2nd, 2008 12:46:48 am - Subscribe
Mood: eccentric


There was a teenage girl walking home from school. A backpack jounced against her spine with every step. In her hands a black plastic musical instrument case; a trumpet or something like that, pulled back and forth. She also carried a brown paper bag with red lettering. The top was torn and the contents, clothing maybe, looked as though it was about to tumble out.

She needed an angel. But because our society is so messed up and suspicious, there was no way I was going to offer her a ride home.

That sucks. Then again, if I came up to me and I didn't know me, I wouldn't accept a ride from me either. It's a shame that simple generosity of spirit cannot be indulged.
Comments: (1)

non - May 03rd, 2008 its a sad fact to not being able to trust or even believe that there may be a good Samaritan offering a helping hand.

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