The saddest blog post ever written

It’s a little after 1 a.m. We’re at work in an almost empty office, putting the final touches on a newspaper that will be published 2,000 miles away. We’re tired. The kind of tired that does things to your brain.

She is designing the front page. She’s sleepy. It’s late. She needs caffeine. Badly. It’s such a hard job. She’s going to be here another two hours.

There are only a few of us here. Who will notice? She walks over to a bucket our co-worker keeps on her desk. It contains spare change being collected for a charity.

She begins to rummage around for money to buy a soda. I am stunned. Does she not know I can see her? Does she not care?

What can I do? It’s terrible that someone is driven to the point of taking money out of a change bucket. But I guess you do what you have to do to survive.

My heart is broken. I walk over and hand her a dollar. She isn’t even appreciative. She scowls, takes the dollar and walks off toward the vending machines. Not even a thank you. So sad.

The moral: Maybe we should all remember that during the holiday season, while we are always worried about strangers with too little, the person at the desk next to you may be in need as well.

The other moral: If you steal all of your co-worker’s change and throw it in the charity bucket before she can buy her soda, she likely won’t see the humor in it.

God bless us one and all.

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