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I was out posting flyers for my programs when an older man sitting beside a construction site rose to his feet. He was a street person. He looked every inch a street person. He said, “Are you Reg Hartt?”

I said, “Yes, I am.”

He said, “People are saying evil things about you.”

I said, “People talk.”

He said, “I don’t believe them.”

That took me pleasantly by surprise.

He said, “I’ve been falsely accused myself.”

I said, “I’m sorry to hear that.”

He said, “Hold your head high.”

I said, “You as well.”

This is not one isolated incident.

Every time I bike around the city with flyers for my programs people come up to me, many of whom have never been to my programs, to say, “Hang in there.”

I say, “Thank you.”

For years one man has been spewing poison against myself and others. With the exception of myself all of his targets have been people unable to defend themselves.

I defended them.

When I did I learned that the people who shout loudest about caring care the least.

I also have learned that those who don’t talk about caring care a helluva lot.

That men rose from the street clearly in pain. What he had to say was more important to him than the pain he felt rising to his feet.

It may seem that the hatemongers and the liars are in power because those in power who have the power refuse to use their power.

Appearances are deceiving.

Whatever happens, hold your head high.

–Reg Hartt 2019–10–05.

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