There was once, in a big city, a woman named Mary. She was often described to be a perfectionist. She was well versed in vocation of Politics and worked vehemently in her field to be the best as a bureaucrat. She lived autonomously to herself. Her personality however, was putrid as she believed no on was quite worthy of her time or space, befuddled by the thought of genuine human emotion.
"If it's any consolation to you Miss, you're not helping these people! You mitigate to the fact for them that to make a it in life you have to work for it, not get free handouts. They rampage through your life to get things easy, it's like some sick metaphor!"
Do you know these people? What they've been through? I don't think you hold the criterion to judge their situation, especially as someone who is to laws ratify to their detriment! Shame on you who takes away their opportunity!
One day as she was walking down the street, as her car had broke down, she had saw a woman named Grace giving out provisions to the homeless as a purveyor. This made her fist clench and she scoffed in a prudent manner. She felt like those people on the street were simply lazy and lacked integrity, so she confronted the women.
"Maybe that woman was right....I may be to blame. My city is in shambles and it's been right under my nose the whole time". My alimony to the people of this city is long overdue.
Feeling attacked by this obvious mediocrity, she stormed down the street and back on her path home. The longer she thought and the more her restive state became calm and saddened. Deeply she thought about what the woman had said and the eccentricity of the conversation previous. She realized she may not have known as much about the world and others as her ignorance had led her to believe. She wished, a little, inside to make a difference.