"It bothered me," the young man said.
He wore his hair shoulder length and very curly. He wore a pair of heavy black jeans with black steel-toed work boots on his feet. "I walked past here every day, and finally, I couldn't take it. I had to do something. I offered prayers and asked permission, then I walked on the grass, climbed up there, and removed the scarf around his ankle.""Are you worried that you did something wrong?" I asked him.
"I am," he bowed his head, very concerned.
"Did you fall and break your neck, by the way?" I asked.
"No," he said.
"Then, you're fine," I assured him. "You did the right thing."
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