The Beggar

It was a busy street. The man stopped to check the time.
“Spare some change!” the voice cut through the din.
The beggar sat in a shaded corner on some cardboard sheets. His possessions are stacked beside him.
“ Get a job. Deliver Pizza, work at a construction site. You look healthy, why do you beg?”
The beggar did not answer.
“I work hard every day of my life, that is what puts money in my pockets,” he said and patted his pant pocket.
Then he patted again, checked his back pockets, then coat pockets.
“Someone picked my pocket. I left my cell at home this morning. Now I cannot even call my office!” said the man.
He looked all around. No one on the street stopped to help him.
“Take this,” said the beggar, offering some coins. “I work hard too, but I have some change to spare.”