[ WP ] A sadistic `` evil '' person receives a donor heart , experiences guilt for the first time , and finally grasps personal redemption .

*It's nice to be out of that damn hospital, * Brandon thought as he strolled casually down the street. Brandon's knew heart seemed to be working just fine. As he walked towards a Starbucks he grabbed a newspaper from small table set up outside a restaurant and promptly began to fold it. Entering the Starbucks he got in line. The man in front of him looked like a college student, judging by the laptop and back pack. But Hell, it was Starbucks, seemed like everyone needing to type something set up in a Starbucks. 
 
 Brandon's gaze moved downwards to the man's back pocket where he could see the bulge of a small, square billfold. *Perfect. * Brandon folded his newspaper a few more times and eyed the billfold again. *Needs to be a bit wider. * A few quick adjustments and the folded newspaper looked to be about the same size as the man's wallet. After a quick look around to make sure nobody was watching Brandon reached out and dug into the man's pocket very gently and grasped his wallet. Then, he seamlessly drew the billfold out whilst replacing it with the newspaper. Brandon withdrew and quickly stuffed the wallet into his jacket while the man reached back and felt his back pocket. Reassured by the feel of the newspaper, the man stepped forward in line, confident his wallet was still in place. 
 
 Brandon smiled at his new prize. Without a word he turned and left the line after pretending to check his watch. Upon opening the wallet Brandon found that the man was indeed a college student, judging by the campus ID card. Only $ 23 in cash... not much but it was easy money, and Brandon knew he could easily repeat the stunt as many times as was needed to buy a decent amount of groceries for the week. 
 
 After raiding the billfold of all its resources Brandon approached a trash bin tossed the empty leather pouch into the opening. It was at this moment, that Brandon stopped... He stared at the trash bin for a very long time, unsure of the feeling that he was experiencing. He felt very wrong, very sick... like he had done something terrible. He thought of the man at Starbucks who was probably just now reaching for his wallet to only find a folded newspaper, but his thoughts did n't stop there. In a matter of seconds the memories of every foul deed Brandon had committed swept into his mind. The color drained from his face as he realized the pain and grief he had caused so many people. Then, right there in the middle of the crowded walk way, Brandon broke down. As he sobbed people passed him without breaking stride, some looking confused, others disgusted and some with a look of concern. 
 
 After about five minutes of pathetic whimpering, Brandon came to his senses. He rose to his feet and dashed over to the trashcan and buried his hand into the filth it contained. Feeling around for a while, Brandon finally found the man's wallet and he quickly placed the $ 23 back inside. His past offenses were too late to fix, so he could at least mend this one. 
 
 As he ran back to the Starbucks he began to worry if he would even find the man who he had stolen from. As the Starbucks came into view a sense of relief washed over him as he sighted the man walking away from him. He caught up to him, gasping for air. `` Sir! Sir, I have your wallet.'' The man turned around and locked eyes with Brandon. 
 
 `` You mean you *stole* my wallet.'' Said the man as he reached for it, rather angrily. 
 `` Y-yes, I did and I'm sorry. I promise I put everything back though.'' As Brandon gave the wallet back, he could n't help but smile. It felt good to do this. 
 `` Thanks for giving it back, man. Just, do n't be an asshole eh?'' And with that, he left. 
 
 As Brandon walked away the good feeling went away and was quickly replaced by the dread he had felt before. How could he make up for all of the things he had done? All the people he had mistreated? He walked, lost in thought for a long time until something told him to stop. He could n't tell what had made him stop; a feeling he had perhaps. Brandon looked up and saw that he was standing in front of a small church. He had never been one to believe in or really care for God, nor had he ever stepped foot in a church, but something felt different now. Brandon took a tentative step forward, then another. After a few steps he quickened his pace. *Maybe the answer to helping others is in here. *
