"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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