A True Story
I worked as an employee for many years, but my dream was to open a restaurant. My passion was cooking and everybody said my food was delicious. Finally, I managed to save up a nest egg, and my wife and I opened a small restaurant downtown. After a few weeks, we had a good number of customers.
My wife and I were also concerned about the large number of beggars there were downtown. Since there always was food left over, we began to hand it out to the homeless before closing.
One day, a gentleman came in, sat down at a table and asked for food. I informed him that we would hand out the free meals at 2:30 p.m.
“You don’t understand,” he answered. “I am not a beggar. I am unemployed, I am in a hurry and I can’t wait.”