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I failed her.

As I was walking to work this morning, as usual rushing because I’d left at the very last possible minute, I passed a woman in the street.  I saw her long before she reached me–shortish build, short hair, disheveled, walking in a line that was not precisely straight.  But the most noticeable things about her were the bright red welts on her face, and the black eye.  Not much detail at first glance but enough, even at a distance, to show me that here was someone in need.