Those who know me well are aware that compassion is one of the gifts of humanity I bring to the table. Tonight as I left the area shopping mall a homeless man was somewhat sprawled by the exit. He is a quiet little black gentleman who is probably in his mid-fifties and he never approaches people for handouts. A couple weeks ago I stopped at the Starbucks counter and grabbed a cookie for him. Tonight, I asked him how he was doing. Naturally, I called him "Sir". Even homeless people deserve dignity. His one word answer sounded like two syllables:
"Hawn Gree".
I fished around for the little cash on hand, a mere four dollars. Admonishing him to "spend it on food" he immediately scrambled to his feet and headed back into the mall. Maybe he will sleep a bit better tonight with a few more calories in his body.
But my compassion, does not extend to those who engage in acts of proxy violence. Here is the latest commentary for Daily Times.
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Tammy Swofford
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