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IT WAS a Tues­day af­ter­noon. I was rush­ing back to the of­fice af­ter a meet­ing. The usu­ally sunny Dur­ban weather had been re­placed by a down­pour. Caught in the rain with no um­brella, I sought refuge in a lit­tle café not too far from the of­fice.

I de­cided to buy lunch to en­joy while I waited for the show­ers to pass. While wait­ing for my or­der I no­ticed a home­less man stand­ing at the door, pre­sum­ably seek­ing refuge from the rain too. As peo­ple left the shop, he’d po­litely ask them if they had any change to spare. Peo­ple walked past him as if he weren’t there.

I ap­proached him and asked if he was hun­gry, to which he replied, “Very. I haven’t eaten in days.” I of­fered to buy him lunch and he re­quested the cheap­est meal. I bought him a sand­wich and some­thing to drink. We waited for our meals to­gether. He was thank­ful for the meal and dug in.

Imag­ine if we all could spread a lit­tle cheer in our own circle of in­flu­ence. Imag­ine the dif­fer­ence we’d make. To him I’m sure the R50 I spent on his lunch was price­less. Not only be­cause it was a meal to fill his tummy, but be­cause some­one took the time to see him as a per­son. CHARMEL, EMAIL

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