Homeless Man by Grajauskas |
Jul 27, 2014
Unnoticed
I see a man sitting in the same chair whenever I go to the bookstore. He is usually slumped over gently snoring and his prosthetic arm lays stiffly across his torso while the other is cradling a book. He is unnoticed by patrons who pass by him as they busily roam the store in search of the newest popular novel or favorite magazine. But I see him and I'm wondering what his story is. Why does he come here? I wonder. How long has he been in this condition? Most of all, does anyone love him? I can almost bet he is homeless. A $20 bill will not solve his problem. Oh, how I wish that it could! I watched him for a moment or two and then left. But I thought about him all the way home.
When I arrived at home, I sat down and wrote him a short letter. A love letter of sorts. Saying that I hoped someone loved him. After all, what is life without without being loved? I enclosed a small amount of money then sealed the envelope. I went back to the store hoping to find the man, but by the time I got there someone had told him to leave. A clerk told me that he is there frequently, which I already knew. "What time of day is he usually here?" I asked. "It varies", replied the clerk. I will deliver the letter eventually. In the meantime, I will think about his life and I'll pray for an escape.
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