I’m minding my own business when someone anxiously sidles up, looks around to see if we might be overheard, and then blurts out:
Person • “I’m hurting really bad, man. Can you help me out or not?”
Sometimes I’ll pat them down for a wire — although not if they’re women. Normally, I just open my bag and let them help themselves. I understand the need.
Such was the case when, earlier this week, I met with the wife of a midlevel LDS Church official and gave her the drug. For free. I do not look to make a profit off those who are hurting.