Isn't noticing all the horror he's passing by, like people hanging from the light post eerily swaying in the wind, blood all over the streets from the war that has plagued the world? It didn't take long before the United States was torn to pieces by the greed and lack of humanity in the world. We looked like a recently bombed area of the Middle East. No matter how hard we tried to repair the place we used to call home, there was something new tearing it apart before it could begin repairing itself. The dirt road he walked was just blocks away from his family home, where his Mom and Pop still live today.
He does, however, notice a loaf of bread fall from a wagon passing, and without a thought, he picks it up, puts it under his shirt, and quickly proceeds home. Dishonesty and thievery were not a habit for him. He would remain hungry if not for his children. They were not far away from withering away from malnutrition.
    He was just about home, literally steps away, when he saw another man with a wagon crying; he lost the bread he worked all day for. He knows this is no coincidence, and instead of being selfish, he walks over to the crying man and tells him what happened. The...