<p>If you could teach everyone in the world one thing, what would it be?</p>
<p>He is better than a filthy scrub on the street. He is much more. He is a person who has been impaled on sharp rocks and only has scars for evidence. He loves to play the kettle drum. He chose to do this on purpose. He only waits for one thing: to be heard. His voice is there, yet no one approaches him. Do the people who walk past him know he doesnt struggle anymore? Why do people give him money? He has no container. He just wants to play the kettle drum. The beat empowers him. The rhythm is inspiring. But to who? Does ignorance live inside their souls? Questioning him seems to peculiar, yet too tempting. No one approaches him, and the day passes to another, hoping for someone to approach him just to ask Why. His story can be told, but the peoples ears are closed. Stapled shut as if the only thing they hear are the tones of their phones and the notifications of their social networks. His identity has not been stolen, rather it is yet to be recognized. </p>
<pre><code> I cannot fathom his single desire to be heard. I can only tell people to listen before making assumptions. Everyone has his or her own story that is meant to be heard, but now days we are too close-minded to listen, and that is our single, greatest fault. We need to listen, and my goal from now on as a scientist, as a student, and as an individual is to encourage people to listen. I can make that a life-long aim. Let the rhythm inspire you.
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