Encounter with a Hopeful Man

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.