While waiting for the van with relief goods to arrive, I sat outsite a closed 7-11. A young man, maybe in his early 20s, came around the corner. He was barefoot, muddy and had a lost look in his eyes.
"Sir, do you need anything? Food? Water?" I asked.
He just shook his head and walked back around the corner. After a few minutes, he returned.
"Sir, are you sure? Is there anything you need?" I asked again.
The man shook his head again. But then looked up and smiled.
"A Slurpee," he said.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
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