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Poor little panhandler


Poor little panhandler,begging for money every day, some feel compassion, while most turn him away. most taunt and tease him and tell him to find work, why are most people jerks?. They joke about his situation and poke fun of his life style, but he's happy to be humble and this makes him smile. They call him names and try to spit at him when he's down, but his humbleness makes you wish that there were more like him around. Stay humble poor little panhandler, God is looking out for you, so pray that people ponder what would Jesus do?.
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