Homeward Bound, written by a friend, reminds us of the opportunities we may walk by to make a difference in someone’s life.We are reminded to”pass it on” .
He held up a sign that read “Need money for train ticket home – $9 short. Thank you”
He stood quietly next to the ticket dispenser machines. He was young and looked down sheepishly. His skin glistened with the sweaty sheen of stale panic. He was also black in a sea of white — and people standing in the ticket line – including her – gave him one glance before they made him disappear from their sight. She waited her turn in the long twisty line while person after person walked past him and pretended he was not there.
She waited and wondered how he had come up $9 short. She waited and wondered if his mother was worried about his whereabouts.
When it was finally her turn to buy a ticket, she walked right past him, no eye contact, just like everyone else.
While she punched in her request…
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