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April
The whirl of the traffic spins past at a deafening speed.
People, like ants, conform as they rush along the congested sidewalk.
Morning rush hour in London is always hectic. A fast-paced mecca filled
with the busiest of the busy people, and I’m no different, I’m rushing to get to
my job at a coffee house.
I’m late, as usual, after studying into the early hours of this morning.
I really need to get a High Distinction on my test this afternoon. Getting a
full scholarship for my law degree was amazing but living on the other side
of the world from my family and friends now is not.
If I get enough HDs, I’m hoping to transfer back to the United States and
study there. At least then I’ll have my family, and being a broke student
won’t be so fucking lonely.
I stride up to a busy four-way intersection. It’s packed, and a lot of people
are waiting for the lights to change to cross the street. I stand up against the
row of shops, waiting, only to glance over and see a man on his knees,
disheveled and shoeless. He sits on his knees holding a cup out, asking for
spare change from those around him. I take out my purse, damn it, I don’t
have any cash on me.
My heart constricts as everyone pretends not to see him, like he doesn’t
exist or matter—a stain on society.
How did we become so numb to the homeless and poor? It’s just assumed
he’s an addict. That’s how these people justify ignoring him. They think that
if they react, then they will be feeding his addiction. They think you have to
be cruel to be kind.
I don’t get it; I really don’t.
I exhale at the thought of our depressing reality. One filled with brand
names and social media. Everything this poor man is not.
From the corner of my eye, I see a man stop in front of him.
He’s tall, wearing an expensive suit. He looks cultured and wealthy, with
black hair and a handsome face.
He stands and looks down at the man.
Oh no, what’s he going to do? Is he going to kick him off the street for
begging?
Is he going to call the police? Or worse…
He drops to one knee in front of the homeless man, and my heart
constricts.
The lights change, but I’m too worried to walk across the street. I need to
see what this guy is going to do. He’d better not drag him to his feet, or I’ll
lose my shit.
He’s harmless. Leave him alone.
I get a vision of me kicking the handsome man in the balls in the beggar’s
defense.
Stupid, rich twat.
The man in the suit says something, and the homeless man nods. I watch
as he reaches into the inside pocket of his suit jacket to retrieve his wallet,
pulls out a fifty-pound note, and he hands it over.
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