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Don’t look- Turn away from the imperfect. Turn away from the homeless man sleeping on a bench across the street from the Ritz. Turn away from the woman asking for coins outside a nice restaurant. Turn away from the elderly woman trying to cross the street. Turn away from the disabled man standing on the bus. How quickly one becomes accustomed to waking around partially blind. Society allowing selfishness to overrule what is just. For we should turn to the imperfect. Because those who society calls imperfect do not turn away from each other. Don’t look- for you may realize just who the imperfect one truly is.
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Feb 20, 2012
Feb 20, 2012 at 12:02 AM UTC
Don't Look, Turn Away
Don’t look- Turn away from the imperfect. Turn away from the homeless man sleeping on a bench across the street from the Ritz. Turn away from the woman asking for coins outside a nice restaurant. Turn away from the elderly woman trying to cross the street. Turn away from the disabled man standing on the bus. How quickly one becomes accustomed to waking around partially blind. Society allowing selfishness to overrule what is just. For we should turn to the imperfect. Because those who society calls imperfect do not turn away from each other. Don’t look- for you may realize just who the imperfect one truly is.
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Feb 20, 2012
Feb 20, 2012 at 12:02 AM UTC
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