A well-to-do man and his family of five lived in a plush, gated neighborhood in a wealthy urban community. He was a righteous man, by all accounts. A volunteer worker in the student, faithful to his wife, never missed one of his son’s baseball games. “I’ve never met a better man than that one,” someone was overheard saying of him at church. “It’s amazing how the Lord has blessed him.”

At night, when the man turned into his neighborhood, he would always catch a glimpse of a young lady on the far street corner, lit from above by a flickering lamppost. She wore tattered clothes and was usually sleeping by the time he got off work.

He never stopped to help her—not because he was downright evil, mind you, but because he knows how these things happen. “She could probably get a job if she wante…