I was low down, disheveled and with despair until I saw him.
Oversized trousers, tousled hair, gripping a wobbly buggy,
tugging on his shirt — but still alert. Praying after each unsolicited
donation of coins or food. He exhaled and inquired, “Tell me
your name.” He then puts it on his heart since he knows, we
all start, stop and go based on situations, no one better than the
other. There is no telling what you will uncover — what you can
discover, as you observe how tables turn. In the darkness, fight
the fog and focus on something else, instead of self.