I am exiting the subway station and notice that it is raining outside. Sitting against the wall of the station, document.write(“”); under its protruding roof in an attempt to get some protection from the light rain, a young man in worn out clothes is begging. A small black labrador dog is sleeping at his sides. He asks me, “Can you spare some change, sir?” Trying to look contrite, but I am sure I sounded rather smart-assed, I answer him: “Sorry, son, if it’s change you want, I cannot help you. Change must come from within.” And I busily continue on my way home.