A Better Man Than Me
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The beggar sat in the shade outside the 7-Eleven. He wore ragged jeans and worn-out sandals. His toenails were split, his skin caked with dirt and grime.
His shirt read Money. There was a ragged hole where the O had been.
I looked down, mumbled a prayer of thanks for my good fortune, and opened the door.
A group of teenagers wearing headphones and carryin…