April 2011
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the other day
i took a blind man by the arm and led him through the subway station at rush hour without losing a beat, whispering everything to him that we approached. my friend who was with me said it was my good deed for the day and i thought that was a silly thing to say. who counts these things anymore? i realized i finally have taught myself not to. people who keep count are often the people who feel...