While in line at the bank, a man pulled me aside. He had on a dark suit, and carried a briefcase in his right hand. "Look," he said, "I know this may sound crazy, but could you spare some change? I need to get something to eat."
"You don't look like you need to be asking for money," I said.
"I know," he said.
I gave him the change I had in my pocket -- two dimes and a nickel -- and he left. At the same time, deep with me, my inner self met the same man, floating into my thoughts. He had the same dark suit on, but it was old and ragged. And he carried the same briefcase, but, it too was ragged and filthy -- and he held it in his left hand.
"I should have given you more," my inner self said to him.
"It's okay," he said. "You did what you could."
Maybe I did, my outer self said.
