You are the Mexican flower vendor with bouquets in hand by the freeway offramp. Sometimes people roll down their windows and buy from you. Other times, they keep on driving. But on this day, you did something a little special. You gave a homeless man a couple of bouquets to sell to commuters coming to a stop at a nearby offramp. He did the rounds up and down the sidewalks. In his best sales pitch, he rubbed his belly to tell people he felt hungry and that by selling a bouquet or two, he’d earn enough money to buy a bite to eat. Not even the cruelest in our county could scoff at that honest hustle! We made a U-turn, bought some flowers and shared a parting smile with the Mexican street vendor. Gracías, job creator!
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