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So I see this woman struggling with her parcels, her grocery bags, her dry cleaning. She’s not old, maybe late forties. I’m a female thirty-something. I’m taking a walk, as I do; it’s a lovely day; my hands are free; and I think she may need help there. So I offer, can I help? She tells me no. “Do I look like I can’t handle this?” I say that’s not it. I just wanted to make it a shade easier for her, just wanted to help. “Well, I don’t need it.” I walk away. I rather regret that exchange.

Submitted by: Good Intentions