As I sat on a park bench, I noticed the penny on the pathway. As people hurried by, no one gave the penny a second glance. After all, it was only a penny–small and insignificant–and not worth stopping to retrieve. How Others Know Us Staring at the penny, I thought, By the world’s standards, I am not much different than the penny. To the government, I am known as a social security number. I am known by an account number … Continue reading →
While I was sitting on a bench in the park, I noticed the penny on the pathway. SEE THE PENNY As people hurried by, no one gave that penny a second glance. It was, after all, only a penny–small and insignificant and not worth the time to stop and pick it up. Staring at the penny, I thought, By the world’s standards, I am not much different than that penny. To the government, I am known as a social … Continue reading →
Mientras estaba sentada en un banco en el parque, me di cuenta de un centavo que estaba en el camino. Mientras la gente pasaba apresurada, nadie le dio a ese centavo una segunda mirada. Después de todo, era solo un centavo, pequeño e insignificante, y no valía la pena detenerse y recogerlo. Mirando fijamente el centavo, pensé: Según los patrones del mundo, yo no soy muy diferente a ese centavo. Para el gobierno, soy conocida como un número de seguro … Continue reading →
