I was walking around with a friend from high school the other day.
We were in Northampton, having a nice time. The weather was gorgeous.
A blind and also (presumably) homeless man was standing outside of a pizza place we passed. He didn’t look much older than either of us.
The first time we passed him he asked us for a cigarette. We both apologized, neither of us smoke.
The second time we passed him he asked for money.
“Do you think ya’ll could spare some change so I can buy some pizza, I’m like just really hungry?”
Though I normally don’t do this, I took out my wallet. I had a bunch of leftover quarters in my wallet from doing laundry last weekend. Anthony pulled out his wallet as well.
“Where are you gonna get the pizza?” he asked.
“Just in there” the blind man said, gesturing behind him to the restaurant
“How much do you need?” asked Anthony
“Well, you could just go in and get it for me, if you wanted to” the man suggested, rather sheepishly.
“Sure what kind do you want?”
The man asked for a slice of cheese pizza, with salt and pepper on top.
We went in and Anthony bought the man his slice of cheese and a bottle of water. He made sure he peppered the pizza. I helped by wielding the salt shaker.
My heart totally melted into a pile of soggy girly mush.
It was just so totally generous and sweet.
For all the delicious bad boys in the world nothing can really beat compassion. Compassion is so sexy sometimes.