On my 21st birthday, I went to a bar. It’s practically tradition in America in this day and age to do so. I decided not to drink, as alcohol is poison to the human body, mind, and soul. So instead, the ten dollars I would’ve bought beer with, I kept. I went to my great grandmother’s house for the evening.I decided to walk down to the boardwalk, which was not far. Upon getting there, I saw a man laying on a bench asleep. Seeing this, I couldn’t stand it. I don’t like to see people suffer. It hurts. So I slipped those ten dollars into his pocket and walked off. Never said a word of it to anybody until now. How I felt.. I simply felt that I had done the right thing. What I felt any compassionate person ought to. I needed no inspiration. Helping somebody in need was all I felt that I needed to do.