WHEN word spread that Federal Territory Minister Datuk Seri Tengku Adnan Tengku Mansor wanted to ban soup kitchens in KL city centre last week, my thoughts went back to an incident I witnessed as a child. An episode which defines the meaning of giving to me.
It took place some time in mid 1970s along a street in Johor Bahru. My mum wanted to run some errands and while walking from the bus stop to a row of shophouses, I spotted a few beggars along the way. A blind man in his scruffy shirt caught my attention the most. Perhaps because he was different.