This week I went to pick up a box of groceries at a farmers market in Berkeley. A whole street was closed off for farmers and to sell their fresh, organic produce. As I searched about for my groceries, I passed by a man and his ten year old daughter. The man had a soft complexion and warm demeanor. His daughter stood in a small grocery cart in front of him. He asked, "sir, would you be able to get us any food?" I hesitated for a moment, then asked, "what do you want me to get you?" He said "Chicken on a stick". I looked over to see a stand that was selling Thai chicken. "OK", I said, "Let me get my things and I will come back". I went and collected my groceries and came back to find that the Thai chicken stand had a line of about ten people. I was in a rush to get home and didn't want to wait in the line. I thought for a moment: I don't usually give money to people on the street, but I felt like this man would probably put it to good use if I gave him some money. I handed him the money I had in my pocket; he thanked me and I went on my way.
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