Ray Waugh, Jr.
1-16-76 9:25 a.m.
This morning between lamppost No. 24 and No. 25, I saw a lone cigarette butt …
This weathered butt seemed rather insignificant and alone in the grass-less dirt after Freshman Roundup Day.
I do not know where it came from or how it got there. But, I know that it was there … totally defenseless (except for its obscurity in the dirt) to be stepped on, kicked and to be vulnerable to any one of a multitude of inhumanities man directs on man.
Incidentally . . . I, too, did not pause as I passed the insignificant cigarette butt in the dirt.
On another morning, I could not find the cigarette butt …
Now, the grassless dirt is alone.
I need to keep in mind as I go through life that A SAMARITAN . . . stopped . . .
[Father has written "A Pack for a Tract.]