Enough is Enough
I watched him make his way through the uncomfortable crowd. None, failing to acknowledge his presence, wether they made it apparent or not. This being not an easy task, for his voice may have only been asking for their spare cents, but his entire being was screaming for their senses to call attention to his misfortune. His odor reached me before he did and tickled my nose, but I fought to react, not wanting to seem rude. I knew he needed not to be reminded of his stench. His grimy, mangled hair made me wonder why he even bothered keeping it. Yet, just as this thought came to mind, I realized just how unjust I was to have thought it- to dispose of something merely because it is unclean and uncared for. Then I wondered how decent it would look with a simple washing. I didn’t need to hear his words to know what he was asking for. I didn’t need to know his story to feel sympathetic. I simply knew that I had what he was in need of, so I acted commiserately. I reached in my pocket for some money and felt some bills in my hand. I covertly peaked at
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Some common words found in the essay are:
, five dollars, dollar bill,
Approximate Word count = 739
Approximate Pages = 3 (250 words per page double spaced)
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