An experience I now share with a "stranger" in the form of diluted poetry..
It was a balmy afternoon as I left the store
To drive the one mile back to the Movie Theatre
I had left my Friend and My little One There
To grab a coke for us all to share
Only half way back to my car I was called
“Sweet Lady can you lend me a helping hand”?
His name for now let’s call him Mister
For I did not know and I did not ask
I was too enthralled by the glow beyond the mask.
I walked toward him and there he stood
The physical appearance of a withering bud
“I know the economy and all is bad but please please can you help me
I’ll work if you have”?
“What do you need? I don’t have long. I have to get back to my friend and Son”
“A Dollar or two will do if you have it.. I’ll be honest with you I need a beer and some nuggets”.
Some change I gave him non-grudgingly as something inside me said “Ask him about his life story”…
“So what is your story.. we all do have one.. share with me please I shall gladly listen”.
He looked at me and I was deeply touched at the kindness in his eyes and for his trust.
He knew I would listen and I knew he would share… why were we truly both there?
“My life sweet lady I shall tell you this - has not been one of happiness and bliss
I’ve had opportunities all throughout my life
But never took them - experiencing instead sadness and strife
My IQ is 141 and my ASVAB Test was a 92 I could choose any job I wanted to
I became an aviation mechanic and tendered 4 years in the Seals
but I was young and dumb and thought I would always have time so I left.
Looking back it’s all so surreal".
"Sweet lady if I had stayed I would be retired now with a house and a pension
But look at me I am a nobody begging to you for some change and attention
I have never been married and have no kids.. I am 47 and heart broken" he expressed.
"When I was 36 I met my girl.. I asked her to marry me".. “Of course I will”
We were happy in Love and we mailed out the invites
I Love my Bethany and always will.
An officer knocked on my door to give me the news – my lovely Bethany had died but murdered by who?
"I hit the bottle and have been like this ever since – Love lost and my life awashed" he cried full of released emotion.
“Oh yes my friends try to comfort me by telling me their family has died of cancer
.. but this is not the same.. my Bethany is gone and I never had time to grieve her”.
“Bethany will always be with you” I said and I knew
And we hugged him together and at once he knew too.
I walked away back to my car.. sensing a shift even in the air
I turned around to give him one last glimpse
But he was gone!
The healing had begun.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ejz9UVXhlwk