I was once, as usual, walking to the place where my car pool was supposed to come to take me to school. It was late for the third time. All of a sudden, I caught a glance on an old man sitting at the corner of the street. I had hardly ever looked at him but he was always there, I know. He had never begged but still, sometimes, some people used to give him money, which he could not refuse due to his pity financial condition. He maybe had a pair of clothes. He was an old man, had long beard and also had nerves clearly appearing as if bulging...