Minute Meditations | by Bob Lloyd | Volume 22, Issue 1 | January - February 2016
There is a story about a businessman who rode the subway into downtown New York every day. He took the escalator up to the street and walked to the corner where he bought a newspaper from a little boy yelling, “Paper! Paper!” at the top of his lungs. The man smiled, handed the boy a quarter for …
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