Quite a few. The irony was painfully amusing. This blind man could be the most peaceful fellow on the street. No diploma, no awards, and no future-at least in the aggressive sense of the word. But I wondered how many in that urban stampede would trade their boardrooms and blue suits in a second for a chance to drink at this young man's well.
Faith is the bird that sings while it is yet dark.
Before I helped my friend back to his postion on the street, I tried to verbalize my empathy. A slight smile. For almost a block, I could hear him singing. And in my minds eye I could still see him. But the man I now saw was a different one than the one to whom I'd given a few coins.