I nudged my husband who, like me, was sensing the growing tension in the high-school football ticket line. Two boys ahead of us started to shout: "Because we don't got no money for two tickets, man. But we got it for one, and we wanna see the game. That's why!" The ticket seller, a parent volunteer, started to preach about life's hard knocks. My husband quietly stepped forward. "I'll get the second ticket," he said, handing $3 to the boys. They mumbled their thanks and shuffled toward the entrance gate. "Life is probably tough enough for them," my husband muttered. "They can use a little help."
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