Maggie

As you walk to work, you notice a woman sitting on a bench beside a busy street. It is fall, and she is shivering, wearing only a thin sweatshirt and shorts. She has a look of desperation on her face. She is mildly disheveled, obviously homeless and looks like she hasn't eaten in days. People walk by, and do not seem to notice her. You detect a certain innocence upon her face.... a certain vulnerability. You sit beside her on the bench, and although starving, she doesn't beg because her pride is still stronger than her hunger, she only stares off into space. You look at her, she is uncomfortable, embarrassed, and scared. You strike up a conversation.