Money doesn't make the person better

 


I'm currently in downtown Phoenix, awaiting a pickup. The area I'm in is affluent, with apartments valued at over $3 million. I notice an older Mexican lady waiting for me, carrying a bucket with cleaning supplies, two mops, and a broom. She apologizes for the inconvenience, but I assure her it's not a problem and invite her to relax. As we prepare to depart, a man in a Chevrolet Corvette ZR1, valued at approximately $175,000, begins honking impatiently. He pulls up beside me and gives me a disapproving look. I suspect that if I were alone in my truck, the situation might have unfolded differently. This encounter serves as a reminder that wealth does not necessarily equate to superiority. Upon dropping her off, I take a moment to observe her living situation. The apartments are modest, with barely adequate living conditions. I assist her with her belongings and carry her bucket to her door. I notice 12 cats in the parking lot, and the open doors of the studios reveal cramped living spaces with minimal amenities, including kitchenettes with three-burner stoves and rust-stained sinks. Despite the challenging conditions, her residence has a cozy atmosphere, with a picture of Jesus adorned with candles. She has made the most of her circumstances. As I bid her farewell and wave, she smiles pleasantly. A voice from a nearby studio invites me to party, but I decline, realizing it's time for me to leave.

 

 

   

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