Everyday there are some young guys standing roadside sending handbills along the way to market beside my company. Sometimes in the sun, sometimes in the rain.

Most time I received the fly sheets and threw then into the dustbin out of the sight of the senders. I know it is not easy to earn a living nowadays, especially in such kind of so called big city.

Today it seemed nothing special. Several boys and girls there waiting for those passers-by. I was among them.

Refused by several people passed, maybe the boy was a little frustrated. He did not give me one. In fact I was expecting to get one from him. Not for anything else, but helping him. (We could do a lot daily helping others easily. Yesterday on the bus home I met one helping another passenger without any changes to buy ticket.)

Had he had a try, I would have given him a hand.

I found my shadows on the boy.

Maybe tired or frustrated, I am used to repeat instead of try.

Having a try, it might turn different.

2009.6.9