One day, as Leo Tolstoy, the renowned Russian author, was walking down the street when he encountered a man in worn, shabby clothing. The homeless man asked him if he had any money to spare. Tolstoy searched his pockets but came up empty. “I’m sorry, my brother,” he said, “I have nothing to give you.” The man’s face softened into a smile, and…
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