Our car stopped at a signal light on the road. An old man beside our car was begging for money. I couldn't say he was a beggar, he was one of those who served God as well as begged for money. They used to be the most respected class in ancient times, but somewhere along the line money came to be invented and it overthrew such poor people, forcing them to beg. He came by our car. We had some loose change in our car. Without asking anyone, my little brother who's not even six, stretched his hand to give the few coins but being small, his hand didn't reach out of the window. He tried harder to 'stretch' his hand out until he finally managed to give him the change. The old man took the change and bringing it near his forehead thanked God for the token. The old man resembled a smile like no other, seeing such a small boy offering a big hand of help.... a smile I'll never forget.
