I was having lunch at a hawker centre round about noon time, and I saw a man, slightly disfigured, and certainly mentally disabled. He was asking for money for lunch. I looked away and ignored him. And I saw someone across at another table with his friends - let's just give him a name, Adam. The stranger walked over from my table to his and asked for the same thing. Adam didn't ignore him, nor did he give him money and asked him to leave. Adam sat him down at his table with his friends, queued up at the nasi lemak store and bought food for the stranger. And I saw them eating together.

Meeting G*d is such a dreadful thing. It makes me feel so small and mean