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I answered the door with a frown on my face, 
I couldn't be bothered,too busy in the rat race. 
But answer it I did, and what did I find, 
But a filthy old man, hands dirty, holding a sign. 
"Can I do some work for you," he asked politely. 
I don't need much, I only ask that you feed me. 
I almost shut the door, going to brush him aside, 
But I stopped; it was the sadness deep in his eyes. 
I glimpsed his dog tags from a war way before my time, 
A veteran, out on the streets, this was a crime. 
Right then and there I had a change of heart. 
This old man needed help, and this would be a start. 
I welcomed him in, sat down and took off my tie, 
Poured us both a cup of coffee, not really knowing why. 
The rat race would have to finish without me this day. 
I had a more important job, helping an old man find his way. 

"Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels 
unawares." Hebrews 13:2

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