- "...One day, while I was walking to my office, a beggar gave me a
friendly greeting, as if he knew me, as if we were equals, and after
I turned into the office, joined his companion and resumed begging.
Why is it so touching to be greeted like a friend by a beggar, rather
than being asked for money? Because just as I would like to do for
him, so he did for me: he asserted my humanity rather than
classifying me as an object...."
Debra Efroymson write from Dhaka about how mixing with the poor and
proud alike on that city's teeming streets has given her hope for
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