It pains me to see old people alone. It causes a strange stirring in my heart that I cannot really explain. Except that it usually leaves me a little teary-eyed. I remember when I was young, I wanted to be a baker so I could bake bread and give them to old people. But as I grew up, things changed. Priorities changed. Perspectives changed. I had inadvertantly left the old folks out of my mind, which is preoccupied with making money and enjoying my life.
But I still hope I can learn how to bake bread someday.