They Dumped the Homeless Man’s Entire Dinner Onto the Pavement… Then a Woman Asked One Question
They dumped an old man’s entire dinner onto the sidewalk… then pulled out their phones to laugh at him.
The old man had just received a free box of food.
It wasn’t an expensive meal.
It wasn’t anything special.
Just a simple dinner.
But for him, it might have been the only meal he would have that day.
He sat quietly, grateful for what someone had given him.
Then a group of young people noticed him.
One of them walked over.
Before the old man could react, the young man grabbed the food from his hands.
Then he turned the box upside down.
The entire meal spilled onto the pavement.
Rice.
Vegetables.
Everything the old man had been looking forward to eating.
Gone in seconds.
Then the phones came out.
They started recording.
Someone laughed.
Another pointed the camera directly at the old man.
Then one of them shouted:
“Look at him eating off the street!”
The group laughed even louder.
The old man looked at the food scattered across the sidewalk.
For a moment, he simply sat there.
But he didn’t fight back.
He didn’t curse at them.
He didn’t demand an apology.
He slowly lowered himself to the ground.
Then he began picking up the food.
Piece by piece.
Carefully.
Quietly.
As if every single bite still mattered.
That was when a woman walking nearby stopped.
She had seen everything.
But she didn’t scream.
She didn’t threaten anyone.
She didn’t need to call security.
She simply looked at the group of young people and asked one question.
“Would you do this if that man were your father?”
The laughter stopped.
One person lowered his phone.
Another looked away.
Suddenly, the video didn’t seem so funny anymore.
But the woman wasn’t finished.
She looked at them and asked:
“Then why did you think it was okay?”
No one answered.
There was nothing they could say.
Because sometimes the hardest thing to face isn’t another person’s anger.
It’s the moment you’re forced to see your own actions from someone else’s eyes.
The old man continued gathering what little food he could save.
The phones slowly disappeared.
And the people who had been laughing moments earlier were left standing in silence.
They thought they were creating a funny video.
They thought humiliating an old man would give them something to laugh about.
But one simple question forced them to confront something much deeper.
“They thought humiliating an old man would make a funny video…”
The woman looked directly at them.
“…until one question made them realize who they could have been hurting.”
Sometimes, one question is enough to change the way someone sees their own cruelty.
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The Question That Silenced Them
They dumped the old man’s entire dinner onto the sidewalk and started recording him.
At first, he thought it was an accident.
The cardboard food container had only been in his hands for a few seconds.
He had just received it from a small community kitchen two blocks away.
It wasn’t much.
A little rice.
Some vegetables.
A piece of chicken.
A small piece of bread.
But to him, it was dinner.
Maybe his only dinner that day.
He had been sitting quietly against the wall of an old building, holding the warm container between his hands.
He had been waiting for the food to cool.
He was smiling.
Then a group of young men walked past.
One of them noticed the box.
Another noticed the old man.
And one of them pulled out his phone.
The old man didn’t know that, within seconds, his dinner would become entertainment.
His name was Samuel.
He was seventy-four years old.
He had spent most of his life working.
He had been a construction worker when he was young.
Later, he repaired roofs.
Then he worked maintenance jobs.
He had never become wealthy.
But he had always believed that if he worked hard enough, he could keep a roof over his head.
For most of his life, that had been true.
Until everything changed.
His wife died first.
Then his daughter moved across the country and slowly lost contact with him.
Then came the medical bills.
Then the apartment.
Then the job.
One problem became another.
By the time Samuel realized how far he had fallen, he was already sleeping in places where nobody asked questions.
He didn’t like asking for money.
He didn’t like begging.
He didn’t like telling people his story.
So he learned to survive quietly.
He found a community kitchen that served dinner three nights a week.
Sometimes he stood in line for an hour.
Sometimes there wasn’t enough food.
Sometimes he walked away with nothing.
But that evening, he had been lucky.
A volunteer had handed him a warm meal.
“Take care,” the volunteer had said.
Samuel had smiled.
“Thank you.”
Now he sat outside, ready to eat.
He opened the container.
Steam rose into the cold evening air.
Samuel closed his eyes for a moment.
The smell reminded him of home.
Not the food itself.
The feeling.
The simple comfort of knowing that, for one night, he wouldn’t have to sleep hungry.
He picked up his fork.
That’s when the young men stopped.
There were five of them.
All in their late teens or early twenties.
They were dressed casually.
They were laughing loudly.
One of them, Tyler, was holding a phone.
“Yo,” he said.
His friend looked over.
“What?”
“Look at this.”
The others turned.
They saw Samuel.
One of them laughed.
“Seriously?”
Another said,
“He’s eating on the sidewalk.”
Samuel heard them.
He looked down.
He continued eating.
He had learned not to react.
If he looked angry, people sometimes became more aggressive.
If he ignored them, they usually moved on.
So he kept his eyes on the food.
Tyler walked closer.
“Hey, old man.”
Samuel looked up.
“Yes?”
“What you eating?”
Samuel smiled politely.
“Dinner.”
The group laughed.
Tyler pointed his phone at him.
“Can we see?”
Samuel frowned.
“I’d rather you didn’t.”
Tyler laughed.
“Why? It’s just a video.”
Samuel looked at the phone.
“Please.”
That should have been enough.
It wasn’t.
Tyler moved closer.
“Come on, man. Say hi.”
Samuel shook his head.
“I don’t want to be recorded.”
One of the others laughed.
“He’s shy.”
Another said,
“Maybe he’s famous.”
They laughed again.
Samuel lowered his eyes.
He decided not to respond.
He thought they would leave.
Instead, Tyler reached down.
He grabbed the food container.
Samuel instinctively held onto it.
“Please don’t.”
Tyler pulled.
Samuel’s fingers slipped.
The container fell.
Food spilled across the pavement.
Rice scattered everywhere.
Vegetables rolled toward the curb.
The piece of chicken landed in the dirt.
The bread fell upside down.
Samuel froze.
For one second, nobody moved.
Then the group erupted in laughter.
Tyler pointed his phone at Samuel.
“Look at him!”
Another young man laughed.
“Look at him eating off the street!”
Samuel stared at the food.
His face became completely still.
The laughter continued.
Someone zoomed in with the phone.
“Bro, this is going viral.”
Samuel slowly lowered himself to the ground.
He didn’t yell.
He didn’t curse.
He didn’t push anyone.
He simply began picking up the food.
One piece at a time.
His hands trembled.
He picked up the bread.
He brushed off the dirt.
Then the vegetables.
Then the rice.
Some pieces were still clean enough to eat.
He placed them back into the container.
The young men continued laughing.
One of them said,
“Why is he actually saving it?”
Tyler laughed.
“Because he’s hungry.”
Samuel heard him.
He kept picking up the food.
His eyes were wet.
But he refused to cry.
He had experienced humiliation before.
But this was different.
This wasn’t simply someone being rude.
This was someone taking the one thing he had been looking forward to all day and turning it into a joke.
Samuel found the piece of chicken.
It was covered in dirt.
He stared at it.
Then he put it aside.
He knew he couldn’t eat that.
He picked up another piece of bread.
It was still mostly clean.
He put it back into the container.
The group was still recording.
No one helped.
No one told them to stop.
Until a woman appeared.
She had been walking toward the building across the street.
She was dressed in a dark coat.
Her hair was neatly tied back.
She carried a leather handbag.
She looked like someone who had somewhere important to be.
At first, she didn’t understand what was happening.
Then she saw Samuel on the ground.
She saw the food.
She saw the phones.
She heard the laughter.
She stopped.
Her expression changed.
She walked toward them.
“What’s going on?”
Tyler turned.
“Nothing.”
The woman looked at Samuel.
Then at the food.
Then at the phone.
“That doesn’t look like nothing.”
Tyler shrugged.
“We’re just joking around.”
The woman looked at Samuel.
He was still picking up the food.
She crouched beside him.
“Sir?”
Samuel looked up.
“I’m okay.”
She shook her head.
“No, you’re not.”
Samuel gave a small smile.
“I’ll be fine.”
The woman looked at the group.
She didn’t shout.
She didn’t threaten them.
She didn’t call security.
She simply stood up.
Then she asked,
“Would you do this if that man were your father?”
The laughter stopped.
Completely.
Tyler’s smile disappeared.
The others looked at one another.
Nobody answered.
The woman looked at the phone in Tyler’s hand.
“Would you?”
Tyler lowered his eyes.
“No.”
“Why?”
He didn’t respond.
She took one step closer.
“Because you love your father?”
Silence.
“Because you respect him?”
Still nothing.
“Because you know that humiliating him would hurt you too?”
Tyler swallowed.
The woman looked at all five of them.
“Then why did you think it was okay?”
No one spoke.
The phone was still recording.
But the person holding it was no longer smiling.
The woman continued.
“You saw an old man sitting alone.”
She pointed toward the food scattered on the sidewalk.
“You saw that he had one meal.”
She looked at the group.
“And instead of asking if he was okay, you decided his hunger was entertainment.”
One of the young men muttered,
“We didn’t mean anything.”
The woman looked at him.
“You didn’t mean anything?”
He looked uncomfortable.
She nodded toward Samuel.
“Then what did he mean?”
The young man didn’t answer.
She continued.
“Did his hunger mean nothing?”
Silence.
“Did his dignity mean nothing?”
Silence.
“Did his age mean nothing?”
Nobody looked at her anymore.
They looked at Samuel.
For the first time, they actually looked at him.
Not as a joke.
Not as a stranger.
Not as a homeless man.
As a person.
Samuel had stopped picking up the food.
He was sitting quietly.
His hands rested on his knees.
The woman turned toward him.
“Sir, I’m sorry.”
Samuel looked at her.
“You don’t have to apologize.”
“I know.”
She paused.
“But I’m still sorry.”
Then she turned back to the group.
“Now you need to decide what you’re going to do.”
Tyler looked at the ground.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“We’re sorry.”
The woman shook her head.
“Don’t apologize to me.”
She pointed toward Samuel.
“Apologize to him.”
Tyler hesitated.
Then slowly walked toward Samuel.
He stopped several feet away.
“Sir…”
Samuel looked up.
Tyler swallowed.
“I’m sorry.”
Samuel didn’t answer immediately.
Tyler continued.
“I shouldn’t have done that.”
Samuel looked at the food.
“No.”
Tyler looked confused.
“What?”
“You shouldn’t have.”
Tyler nodded.
“I’m sorry.”
Samuel looked at him.
“Why?”
Tyler froze.
The woman watched silently.
Samuel wasn’t angry.
He wasn’t trying to embarrass Tyler.
He simply wanted an answer.
“Why did you do it?”
Tyler looked down.
“I don’t know.”
Samuel shook his head.
“You do.”
Tyler remained silent.
Samuel continued.
“You thought it was funny.”
Tyler nodded slowly.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
Tyler took a breath.
“Because…”
He stopped.
Samuel waited.
“Because we thought you’d be funny on camera.”
Samuel looked at him.
“I see.”
Tyler’s face tightened.
“I didn’t think…”
“What?”
“I didn’t think about what it meant.”
Samuel nodded.
“That’s the problem.”
Tyler looked at the food.
“I’m really sorry.”
Samuel looked at him for a long moment.
Then he said,
“Help me pick it up.”
Tyler immediately knelt.
His friends stared at him.
Then one of them slowly joined.
Then another.
Within seconds, all five young men were on the ground.
They began picking up the food.
The same food they had deliberately thrown onto the pavement.
Nobody laughed now.
Nobody filmed.
The phone was turned off.
The woman watched them quietly.
When they finished, there wasn’t much left.
Samuel looked inside the container.
A few pieces of bread.
Some rice.
A little vegetable.
Not enough.
Tyler looked at it.
“We’ll buy you another meal.”
Samuel shook his head.
“It’s okay.”
“No.”
Tyler stood.
“Please.”
Samuel looked at him.
“You don’t have to.”
“I know.”
Tyler reached for his wallet.
His friends did the same.
One bought a sandwich.
Another bought soup.
Another bought fruit.
Tyler went into the restaurant nearby and returned with a hot meal.
He handed it to Samuel.
“Here.”
Samuel looked at the food.
Then at Tyler.
“Thank you.”
Tyler nodded.
“I should have given you this instead of taking yours.”
Samuel gave him a faint smile.
“Yes.”
Tyler looked embarrassed.
The woman smiled slightly.
But she wasn’t finished.
She looked at Tyler.
“What about the video?”
Tyler immediately took out his phone.
“I’ll delete it.”
“Not just your copy.”
He looked confused.
“My friends…”
“All of them.”
The five young men checked their phones.
Every copy was deleted.
Then the woman asked,
“And what happens if someone already sent it to someone else?”
Tyler paused.
“I’ll ask them to delete it.”
“Good.”
She looked at him.
“Because humiliation doesn’t become harmless just because it happens online.”
Tyler nodded.
He understood now.
The woman turned toward Samuel.
“Are you hungry?”
Samuel smiled.
“A little.”
She smiled back.
“Then let’s get you something warm.”
They went inside the restaurant.
Samuel sat at a small table.
The young men stood nearby.
They seemed unsure whether they should stay.
Samuel looked at them.
“You can sit.”
Tyler looked surprised.
“Really?”
Samuel nodded.
They sat.
For several minutes, nobody spoke.
Then Tyler asked,
“How old are you?”
Samuel smiled.
“Seventy-four.”
Tyler nodded.
“My grandfather is seventy-six.”
Samuel looked at him.
“Does he live with you?”
“No.”
“Do you see him often?”
Tyler looked down.
“Not enough.”
Samuel smiled.
“Call him.”
Tyler looked up.
“What?”
“Call him.”
Tyler pulled out his phone.
Samuel continued eating.
Tyler stared at the screen.
Then he called.
His grandfather answered.
“Hey, Grandpa.”
The young man smiled.
“Yeah, I’m okay.”
He glanced at Samuel.
Then said,
“I just wanted to hear your voice.”
Samuel continued eating.
The woman watched quietly.
Something had changed.
Not dramatically.
Not magically.
But something had shifted.
One cruel moment had forced five young men to see a person where they had previously seen entertainment.
After the meal, Tyler walked outside with Samuel.
The woman followed.
Tyler stopped.
“Can I ask you something?”
Samuel nodded.
“How did you stay so calm?”
Samuel looked at him.
“I wasn’t calm.”
Tyler frowned.
“You didn’t yell.”
“I wanted to.”
“You didn’t hit us.”
“I wanted to.”
“You didn’t even curse.”
Samuel smiled.
“I’ve been angry before.”
“Then why didn’t you?”
Samuel looked toward the street.
“Because anger wouldn’t put the food back.”
Tyler looked down.
Samuel continued.
“And it wouldn’t make you better.”
Tyler nodded.
“Did you think we’d help you?”
“No.”
“Then why did you ask us to pick it up?”
Samuel smiled.
“Because I thought maybe you could still choose to do the right thing.”
Tyler stared at him.
The words stayed with him.
Maybe you could still choose.
That sentence was more powerful than any insult could have been.
The woman approached.
She had been listening.
She said,
“That’s what everyone forgets.”
Tyler looked at her.
“What?”
“People make mistakes.”
She glanced at Samuel.
“But what matters is what they do after they realize the mistake.”
Tyler nodded.
“I understand.”
The woman smiled.
“Do you?”
He nodded again.
“I think I do.”
Samuel looked at the young man.
“Then don’t forget.”
Tyler looked at him.
“I won’t.”
The five young men eventually left.
But Tyler couldn’t stop thinking about the question.
Would you do this if that man were your father?
He had thought about it on the walk home.
He thought about his grandfather.
He remembered being a child and sitting beside him on a fishing dock.
He remembered his grandfather’s hands.
The wrinkles.
The veins.
The way they shook slightly when he lifted a cup.
He remembered how his grandfather always saved the best piece of food for him.
And suddenly Tyler realized something.
If someone had treated his grandfather the way he had treated Samuel, he would have been furious.
He would have called the person cruel.
He would have demanded an apology.
He might even have wanted revenge.
But that afternoon, he had been the cruel person.
The thought made him sick.
He went home.
He sat on his bed.
He opened his phone.
There were no videos.
He had deleted them.
But the memory remained.
He called his grandfather again.
“Hey.”
His grandfather answered.
“Everything okay?”
Tyler swallowed.
“Yeah.”
“What’s wrong?”
Tyler looked at the ceiling.
“I just wanted to say I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For not calling enough.”
His grandfather laughed softly.
“You’re calling now.”
Tyler smiled.
“Yeah.”
“I’ll take it.”
Tyler closed his eyes.
“Thanks, Grandpa.”
The next day, Tyler went back to the restaurant.
He looked for Samuel.
He wasn’t there.
Tyler asked around.
Nobody knew where he had gone.
So he went to the community kitchen.
He found him there.
Samuel was helping volunteers unload food boxes.
Tyler approached.
“Samuel?”
The old man turned.
“You’re back.”
Tyler smiled.
“I wanted to help.”
Samuel nodded.
“Then help.”
Tyler began carrying boxes.
No speeches.
No cameras.
No audience.
Just work.
The next weekend, Tyler returned with his friends.
They brought groceries.
Then blankets.
Then hygiene supplies.
The woman who had confronted them saw them.
She smiled.
“Why are you here?”
Tyler answered,
“Because we made a mess.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“And?”
“We’re trying to clean it up.”
She smiled.
“Good.”
But she made one thing clear.
“Don’t do this because you want forgiveness.”
Tyler nodded.
“We don’t.”
“Do it because it’s right.”
“We will.”
And they did.
For months.
They volunteered.
They served meals.
They collected donations.
They repaired benches outside the community kitchen.
They never filmed Samuel.
They never posted pictures of themselves helping.
When someone asked why, Tyler said,
“We don’t need an audience.”
One afternoon, Samuel was sitting outside the kitchen.
Tyler approached.
“I brought something.”
He handed Samuel a small paper bag.
Inside was a homemade meal.
Samuel smiled.
“You cooked?”
Tyler laughed.
“Don’t get excited.”
Samuel opened the bag.
“It smells good.”
“I tried.”
Samuel took a bite.
He smiled.
“It’s good.”
Tyler grinned.
“Really?”
Samuel nodded.
“Really.”
They sat together.
After a few minutes, Tyler said,
“Do you remember the question she asked us?”
Samuel nodded.
“Would you do this if that man were your father?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ve thought about it a lot.”
Samuel looked at him.
Tyler continued.
“I realized something.”
“What?”
“He didn’t have to be my grandfather for me to treat him like he mattered.”
Samuel smiled.
“That’s right.”
Tyler looked down.
“I think that’s what I missed.”
Samuel nodded.
“Most people do.”
They sat quietly.
Then Samuel said,
“You know what else?”
“What?”
“One day, someone will treat you badly.”
Tyler laughed.
“Probably.”
“And you’ll have to decide what kind of person you want to be.”
Tyler nodded.
Samuel smiled.
“Remember today.”
“I will.”
Years later, Tyler would still remember that evening.
He would remember the food on the sidewalk.
He would remember Samuel kneeling down.
He would remember the laughter.
But most of all, he would remember the woman who had stopped.
She hadn’t screamed.
She hadn’t threatened them.
She had asked one question.
One simple question.
A question that forced them to imagine the person they had been hurting as someone they loved.
That was enough to break through their cruelty.
Because sometimes people don’t need a lecture.
They need perspective.
They need to stop seeing “a homeless man.”
And start seeing someone’s father.
Someone’s grandfather.
Someone’s brother.
Someone’s son.
Someone who has lived an entire life before they ever noticed him.
Samuel never knew exactly what happened to those young men afterward.
He never expected them to change.
He never asked them for anything.
But one thing did change.
Whenever they saw someone sitting alone on a sidewalk with a meal in their hands, they didn’t laugh.
They stopped.
They asked,
“Are you okay?”
Sometimes they bought food.
Sometimes they simply sat down.
And sometimes they did nothing more than say hello.
Because they had finally learned that dignity doesn’t disappear because someone has lost their home.
Hunger doesn’t make someone less human.
Poverty doesn’t make someone entertainment.
And a person’s worst moment does not give another person permission to humiliate them.
The food on that sidewalk had been worth only a few dollars.
But to Samuel, it had represented an entire day’s survival.
The young men had seen a cheap meal.
Samuel had seen dinner.
They had seen a video.
Samuel had seen his last chance to eat that night.
They had seen someone who looked powerless.
The woman had seen someone’s father.
And that single change in perspective had transformed everything.
A few weeks later, the woman happened to see Samuel again.
She was walking past the community kitchen.
He was sitting outside.
She smiled.
“How are you?”
Samuel smiled back.
“I’m doing okay.”
She sat beside him.
“Do you remember me?”
Samuel laughed.
“How could I forget?”
She smiled.
“I’ve thought about that night.”
“So have I.”
She looked at him.
“Did I do the right thing?”
Samuel thought for a moment.
“You asked the right question.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
He smiled.
“Sometimes that’s all we can do.”
She looked at the people walking past.
“Do you think people can change?”
Samuel nodded.
“Some can.”
“How?”
“They have to see themselves clearly first.”
She smiled.
“That’s what happened to them.”
Samuel nodded.
“Yes.”
The woman looked at him.
“And you?”
“What about me?”
“Did you change?”
Samuel laughed.
“I’ve been old for a long time.”
She smiled.
“I’m serious.”
Samuel looked down.
“I learned something.”
“What?”
“Sometimes accepting kindness is harder than giving it.”
She looked surprised.
“Why?”
“Because when you’ve been alone for a long time, you start believing you have to survive everything by yourself.”
He looked toward the kitchen.
“But people reminded me that I don’t.”
The woman smiled.
Samuel had been right.
The story had never really been about five young men.
It had never really been about a box of food.
It had never even been about a cruel joke.
It was about what happened when someone finally forced people to see the human being behind the situation.
The young men thought they were recording a homeless man.
Instead, they recorded the moment they discovered something about themselves.
They thought humiliation would make a funny video.
Instead, one question made them ashamed.
They thought Samuel had nothing.
But he had dignity.
They thought he was powerless.
But he had the strength not to become cruel in return.
They thought they were above him.
But in the end, Samuel was the one who taught them something.
And the woman who stopped them never forgot that.
Neither did Samuel.
Neither did Tyler.
And neither did the other four young men.
Because once you truly see another person, it becomes much harder to hurt them.
That evening, Samuel returned to the community kitchen.
A volunteer handed him a fresh dinner.
He thanked her.
Then he sat down.
Before taking the first bite, he looked at the food for a moment.
He smiled.
Not because the meal was special.
Not because it was expensive.
But because he remembered how close he had come to losing it.
And how, strangely enough, that terrible moment had led to something he had not expected.
People had seen him.
Really seen him.
Not as a homeless man.
Not as a problem.
Not as someone to ignore.
But as Samuel.
A seventy-four-year-old man.
A person with memories.
A person who had once worked.
A person who had loved.
A person who had lost.
A person who was still trying.
A person who deserved to eat his dinner in peace.
He picked up his fork.
Then he smiled.
And began to eat.
Because sometimes the most powerful response to humiliation isn’t revenge.
It is dignity.
Sometimes the strongest thing a person can do is refuse to become cruel simply because someone else was cruel first.
And sometimes all it takes to change a person’s behavior is one question:
“Would you do this if that man were your father?”
The young men had no answer that night.
But eventually, they found one.
No.
They wouldn’t.
And once they understood why, they finally understood something much bigger.
They didn’t need to know whether Samuel was someone’s father.
They didn’t need to know his name.
They didn’t need to know his history.
They didn’t need to know why he was homeless.
They didn’t need to know how he got there.
They didn’t need to know anything.
He was already a human being.
And that should have been enough.
The food they threw onto the pavement could be replaced.
The video could be deleted.
The embarrassment could fade.
But the lesson remained.
Before laughing at someone else’s hardship, imagine that person is someone you love.
Before humiliating a stranger, imagine the same thing happening to your own family.
Before pressing record, ask yourself what you would want the world to do if the person sitting there were someone you cared about.
Because the truth is simple.
The old man on the sidewalk belongs to someone’s story.
The woman you ignore may be someone’s mother.
The stranger asking for help may be someone’s son.
The person sleeping outside may once have been someone’s child.
And the person you laugh at today may be carrying a lifetime you know nothing about.
Samuel never asked for pity.
He only wanted dinner.
And in the end, what those young men gave him was not simply another meal.
They gave him something they should have given him from the beginning.
Respect.
The kind that should never have depended on whether he had a home.
The kind that should never have depended on whether he could pay.
The kind that should never have depended on whether anyone was watching.
Because dignity is not something we give people.
It is something we recognize.
And sometimes, one question is enough to remind us.
“Would you do this if that man were your father?”
If the answer is no…
Then perhaps the real question is even simpler:
Why should you ever do it to anyone?
