I Gave Money To a Panhandler And Had a Supernatural Epiphany
The stranger who approached me during my lunchbreak in Manhattan one day was in his 40s, compact and animated — or perhaps twitchy. He asked for cab fare to visit his 7-year-old daughter, who was undergoing cancer treatment in a hospital across town. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I don’t have any cash.” It was an…
