He sat there watching the people pass by, enjoying the summer afternoon. Some of them stopped to drop money into his basket while others passed by as if he were invisible. Some glanced at the prosthetic leg and then at him, pity etched on their faces which set his teeth on edge. It was bad enough that he was sitting here begging, something he never imagined he would ever do but to be pitied?
And then he saw the blind girl. She was smiling. Her world was dark but she was smiling. He felt ashamed. I can see and walk.
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