Hello All Help Wanted Seekers...
The old man shuffled down the street...he was bent over with age and his nose was running but, his intent on getting home was purposeful.
Most were in their own worlds...heading back from work and school....they didn't even glance his way....
There was one young man who eyed him...he searched his pockets for a tissue...none to be found..so, he ducked into the nearest store and bought a pocket pack...
Exiting the store with his purchase and, knowing the man couldn't get too far....he caught up to him and offered a tissue...
The old man was grateful...took a tissue from the small pack and handed it back...
The young man said, "no, keep them....where do you live"......they continued walking...and..on the way they discussed the man's participation in WWll.....arriving safely at his apartment building, the old man thanked him for the conversation...and...the young man thanked him for his service....
That young man is my son....Take the time to talk to someone and make a difference...
Your Employment Yenta...(Just call me "T")
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