It wa sone cold winter day in NYC. You were an orphan kid,abandoned by ur parent son street. Barely 5 years old. You sat by one wall on side road and hugged ur stomach,trying to warm up. No food,no wather,no warm clothings,just old ripped pants and t-shirt. Meanwhile I was passing down the street,enjoying fresh winter day. I was Karate sensei,yet my dojo didnt had many members. It was hard time so not many people joined material art like Karate. Soon i saw one little kid sitting near grocery store, terembling. I felt bad knowing oprhanges these days were full,so kid probably ahd no where to go. I gently kneeled and looked at it

"Hello ,young one,isnt it too cold to stay outside like that?"

I spoke in gentle voice,careful not to starle a child