But the deepest truth of all is also the most simple and most plain: The mark of the boy's poverty etched into the man's face. It isn't any sort of metaphor. It isn't shame and it isn't anger and it isn't hunger and it isn't need. It's all of those -- and more: the fire to make things right for those who truly suffer -- and it isn't going away.
No pity -- it's a matter of respect and gratitude. Whatever helped to make that boy grow up into this man, making fun of it means only that you never knew a kid as poor as this guy was -- and that you're too bereft of soul yourself to count your own blessings.
Awesome. Truly awesome.
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