Posted by August (206.103.35.136) on May 03, 2001 at 04:36:57:
In Reply to: Oh, well.... posted by Riccardo on May 03, 2001 at 02:42:53:
He walked up and down the street searching for something that had been forgotten along the way. I stopped and he stopped too. We looked at each others eyes, his of blue, mine were too. There wasn't a word we said or needed to voice. I reached into my purse and he averted his eyes. I felt the humility and felt his shame. I asked him his name. Jacob he said, and smiled just a little smile. I wasn't a savior with my petty cash and my ability to give it to him. I wasn't anything, but i was him. I was him. I put it into his shirt pocket and took his hand and he didn't say a word. What was there to say, i walked my own way. I will remember this forgotten mother's child. He gave me a gift that day.