That being said, I wonder if this kid has family that loves and cares for him, perhaps he’s a runaway? I wanted to pull the kid to the side and talk to him. I wanted to inquire as to how he ended up in this terrible situation. But I didn’t have the guts to do it. I started to do it, then I choked.
When he passed by me I took out my wallet and gave him a $20 bill. That donation will not break my bank, and could possibly help him out a lot. Even if he’s fooling me, I couldn’t ignore this kid’s plea. The kid looked at the bill with his head down and said “Wow, thanks man, God bless you man, thank you.” I nodded and wished him all the best.
It’s a crying shame to see a young man in the subway asking people for money and food. I do hope this kid finds his way, and I’m sorry that today I couldn’t be the one to guide him. Apologies and God bless.
Growing Up Bronx
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