A few nights ago, I was sitting inside a coffeeshop downtown.
Outside, in front of the garbage bin, was a panhandler, trying desperately to get a bit of rest while he sat unassumingly with a cup between his legs.
He knew that people would snub him as they walk past, ignoring his sign that asked for spare change for this "unemployable" man.
I sat in the coffeeshop, reading the papers and sipping on my tea, catching up on some paperwork, all the while keeping an eye out for him.
For most of the hour and a half I sat there, only one person put any change in his cup. A few people stopped or cocked their necks as they passed. Most people walked by without even noticing him, as though he were somebody else's problem.
A man in a sweater came by and left a paper bag in the resting man's lap. The bag likely held a sandwich or a bagel.
The panhandler looked up and thanked the man. The man waved back and smiled, then each returned to what they had been doing.
I walked up to the man in the sweater. I thanked him, too.