It was a normal evening when Scooby, a forty-year old middle aged man, was taking a walk to distract him from his burdens. There was a poor woman that held a sign saying, “Husband was deported. Mother died of health condition. Anything helps.” As Scooby walked past, looking at her dirty nails desperately holding up the sign, Scooby thought to himself, “She is probably just a fake beggar.” As the cold wind blew past him, he felt remorse from somewhere deep but he didn’t know what the source of remorse was. Being a custodian at Brisbane High School, every day from 7 o’clock in the morning to 6 o’clock in the evening, his life was repetitive and bleak. No one ever made him feel jocular, as all they did was ignore his presence. He was never used to feeling happy or pretty much anything that wasn’t somber; all he had was his somber self to live with. The reason why he felt remorse now befuddled him because he had never felt so compassionate towards another person before. That night, as he walked, he realized he was on the same street where his wife passed out from her leukemia and died. The woman with the sign now was exactly like him, except she didn’t have a job. He went back to the spot where he saw her, only to find the woman gone! After that, he always remembered to consider others’ circumstances before he judged. Just because you aren’t having a particularly good day doesn’t mean you have to pass bad vibes on to other people who have done nothing to you.  

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