Nine
passed him by with a hasty look,
Each
bent on his eager way;
One
glance at him was the most they took,
'Somebody
stuck,' said they;
But it
never occurred to the nine to heed
A
stranger's plight and a stranger's need.
The
tenth man looked at the stranded car,
And he
promptly stopped his own.
'Let's
see if I know what your troubles are,'
Said he
in a cheerful tone;
'Just
stuck in the mire. Here's a cable stout,
Hitch
onto my bus and I'll pull you out.'
'A
thousand thanks,' said the stranger then,
'For
the debt that I owe you;
I've
counted them all and you're one in ten
Such a
kindly deed to do.'
And the
tenth man smiled and he answered then,
'Make sure that you'll be the one in ten.'
Are you one of the nine who pass men by
In this hasty life we live?
Do you refuse with a downcast eye
The help which you could give?
Or are you the one in ten whose creed
Is always to stop for the man in need?
by Edgar Albert Guest
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