A Reflection of Kindness
Kindness was a philosophy that I had always eschewed, but I had never understood what kindness was until yesterday.
The Wednesday started out like any other. I headed downtown from wherever I had passed out the night before. The wind on my face always helped bring some clarity to the hungover fog that nested in my head. When I’d reach my spot, I’d plop my rump down, my hat beside it and start the ritual of panhandling.