Searching for Moul L’pikala

He got on his rusty dilapidated bike and headed to the nearest donation drop off spot. He Pedaled towards one of the volunteers and gave away what looked like a small burlap bag of some sort of grain. The bag was half empty but his heart was full to the brim; full of sadness, full of anguish, and full of altruism. My guess is that this was all he had left, and he gave it all. He looked broken and emotionally tapped out. He got right back up on his bike, and rode into the night. He didn’t pose for a picture, nor did he grin to the countless cameras. He wanted no praise or recognition. He sought no limelight…