"Thank you, Sir. Praise the Lord!" the old beggar exclaimed in clear English as I shove a five-peso coin into his hand. I was on my way to meet a friend at a restaurant near Raja Solaiman Park one rainy October day when I chance upon the kindly old man, charming passers-by for alms with his tooth-less smile and sunny disposition.

Minutes later, as I sat comfortably in the restaurant with my friend, the memory of the old man lingered in my mind. After our meal, we go to the spot where I left...


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