लिखा निष्क्रियता

Oftentimes my embarrassment, rather than my altruistic side, prompts me to do good.  As I left work today, mind numb from lack of use, I walked to the library to use the two hours I had prior to my Seattle Aquarium Beach Naturalist training for researching dive gear.  As I was walking, I passed a woman in a wheelchair, which was nothing new.  Seattle, particularly as the weather gets warmer, is full of testitute looking people—partially crippled, borderline crazy, and almost always unnervingly hairy—with myself now included in these ranks.  The game is usually linked to a conversation that ends in someone asking you for money.

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