A few years ago, I started talking to Tom, a young homeless man, and when I asked if there was anything that I could do to help, he said that he had been given food and drink, but his hands were freezing (he said that hot drinks helped as you can wrap your hands around them until the drink goes cold). Whilst he was talking, I thought of my own hands – all snug inside my woolly gloves. So, I took them off and gave them to him. After much protesting from Tom, he gladly put them on.
I saw Tom several times over the following weeks, and gave him another pair after he told me that he had given them to his friend – also living on the street but in a worse position than himself.
The price of the gloves was less than a cup of tea or coffee. But the effect on Tom lasted a lot longer.
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