There was a man, looking at a crossroad.
He did not walk, but stood, and watched, hand up, as a beggar would.
As people crossed, ignoring him, he kept there, still.
Once, someone asked: "Why do you wait to cross? Do you hope to get something from those who pass?"
"I do not", he replied.
"I offer my hand to those who need help crossing their way of choice."
