Hello my dear Steeminians. Today I will tell a story that many years ago they told me and today I remembered and shared them.
This was a tramp, who was dumb. He has nothing in life Only his humble (dirty) clothes and his shoes. He lived in the street, slept where the night fell.
He did not cut his hair or beard, he did not have to pay for barbers, he always had nothing to lose, he walked everywhere in search of food, which seems to be the only thing he wanted to look for, he never wanted money , Did not accept alms.
It is always close to some business. From what some people said, he was very loving, friendly. He did favors without needing to be paid, If you gave it was very happy food But, if you did not give him anything the same was very happy and did not bother.
Some business owners did not like him to be near their premises, for his looks and smell.
He always had problems with an owner of a local that every morning that came to his place. It was found that vagabond sleeping in the entrance of the commerce.
He always ran it, the firewood and the cold water even to go away. For he had a great rage to that humble tramp.
Months passed like this. Always in the mornings was common in that block. Already they knew the normal hour and normal, the trade owner's fight with the tramp.
Until they arrived the day and as always the owner was going to open his premises and there was the tramp. He felt happy. So the tramp was not at the entrance of his premises. He thought it was best the next day to meet there again. But, that did not happen. The next morning he was not there. A week went by and the tramp did not return.
After the week the owner put a review of the security cameras at the entrance of the trade and what he observed left him speechless.
This vagabond always dawned in his room because he was looking after the trade. Well thanks to the cameras the owner saw that one day tried to open the premises at night and the tramp was the one who paved and fought with the thieves, Other days were some drunk a urine the entrance of the commerce and the vagabond also ran them. For the vagabond lay awake watching the trade.
Until they came to the day when the thieves returned but this time they were armed. They tried to open the trade and the vagabond did not leave them. In view of that, the thieves shot him and wounded him. As they passed, they were lost and left the tramp wounded. The tramp walked off to find help. But, unfortunately, he did not resist and he died 4 blocks away.
The shop owner saw what actually happened at night and he did not even know. Sen felt very sorry for this. Now every time he sees some homeless man help her and feed them.
My advice: Never discriminate against vagabonds, they also have feelings like everyone else. They also suffer, cry, laugh. No matter how dirty you see them, they have a bigger heart than many big business people. If you have clothes that there are no uses, I remember that what is garbage for some, is gold for others.
I hope you like this story. With affection 
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