I spent Saturday afternoon reading at a bakery in uptown
A young man arrived for work, his dad and little siblings trailing behind him
"Tomorrow is his birthday" they told his boss "18 years old"
18 years old, holding down a job at an upscale bakery, holding polite and intelligent conversation with the customers, brought to work by his dad, loved by his siblings. So different from the 18 year olds I see - abused, forgotten, struggling. They might work just as hard, be just as smart, but they were born into the wrong circumstances.
There but for the grace of God go I.
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