I was a bit of a hot mess, as I can be. Picture the heart of the New York evening commute, a busy midtown street corner. It was cold, and as people rushed by for their trains near Grand Central Station, I saw a man all bundled up on the concrete with a cardboard sign that I could barely find an opening to read. My purse was overflowing with books and papers and who knows what else…
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