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.]

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