Everyday when I leave work there is always someone standing at the parking lot exit with a cardboard sign. Most of them say differing things but the common theme is that the people need help. It always makes me feel awkward because I feel like I should give them something to help out, but I never have anything with me. Except today. Today I had an uneaten sandwich from my lunch. I gave it to her. It was one of the more awkward things I've ever done. I held it out the window and asked if she wanted it. She seemed pretty excited. I don't really understand why, but it made me happy that I could help someone.
That experience also made me decided that I am going to join the Terry Pratchett cult, and every time someone asks for help I will give them one of his books. Which are, obviously, the literature handed out by members. Like the "Watchtower", only better. One of the saddest things I was ever heard was the day someone told me Terry Pratchett has Alzheimer's.
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It seems so wrong that such a brilliant man would have to suffer with one of the worst diseases. There is no cure for Alzheimer's.
And this was supposed to be a fun, light hearted and slightly witty post. There goes that idea.
On a completely unrelated note I have learned something new today. Never leave gel pills sitting in a hot car. It's just not a good idea.
Few things are guaranteed to make the world better, but more sandwiches and more Pratchett is a pretty good starting place.
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