Where my mouth is...or however the expression goes.
There's a crippled man on New BEL rd. He's old (or younger than you think he is) and has something wrong with his leg.
Next time I see him. I will get someone to help me tell him that we will (if ok for him) take him to the hospital (5 min away) and get his leg checked at, and if necessary fix him a protes (in Swedish). I can't stand him sitting there with his cracked leg anymore. I can't look away anymore.
One day I will stand trial before God. He will ask me - What did you do with your life? Did you help those in need? I will have to answer Yes or No.
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