Compassion

Walking through Madison Square Park I saw a woman, a bag lady, sitting on a bench next to her cart full of stuff, feeding a squirrel that perched on the back of the bench. The squirrel came right up and took the nut from her hand.

She saw me watching, grinned, and said, "I shell them for him. I think he's one of the old ones. He's missing a tooth.

"I feel sorry for him."