January 10, 2012 Unselfish Play
When I lived in Crown Heights my typical routine was to wake up around 6 am to go to school, get ready, and walk the 4 blocks to President Avenue station to catch the 7:02 train. It was like clockwork. I timed it so perfectly that as soon as I walked down the steps, the train was arriving and I could seamlessly walk in continue motion until the train doors closed behind me. There was usually a seat on the train, or one would open up after we stopped at Franklin Ave for people to get off for the express across the platform. As soon as those doors closed after Franklin Ave. and I took my suit a gentleman would open the red door that led to the connecting car and would announce his presence. He was a worker for the United Homeless Organization. He was “panhandling” for money to help the prevalent homeless population in NYC. However, while writing this story I did a little quick Google search on the organization and found out that it was scam. But the same guy that I saw every morning was different. What made him different is that he was giving away food. Every morning he had sandwiches and juice for whoever needed it.
The definition of unselfishness. I think so.
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