The Inner Life
“Please, please help me out,” she said. “Please. I’m trying to buy flowers for a funeral arrangement.”
She was African-American, middle-aged, wide-eyed. Her words were not addressed to me but to the whole subway car. The slightness of her build belied the strength of her voice. So many things are dying at the moment — an entire free-spending epoch is being laid to rest — that I wondered which particular burial she had in ...
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I was disappointed that the author did not make a donation to the woman for her cousin's funeral. I probably would have. Yes, change comes from within -- but it's only through giving selflessly that we can put it to work for society.