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On a chilly evening, in the corner of a bustling street, sat an old man wrapped in tattered clothes. His eyes were sunken, his hands trembling, and his stomach empty for the second day. People passed him by—some with pity, some in haste—but none stopped. He held a small sign: “Just a piece of bread.” Nearby, a young boy exited a bakery, holding a fresh… Read More »A Crumb of Kindness.