This man is a saint.
In seeing the news online of today's school shooting in Florida (and being disgusted by another such event) I saw the link to this story. I'm becoming a softie in my old age because I was pretty moved by this guy. Looks like once I retire I'll never be able to say, "I got nothing to do."
"If it feels good, do it."
I stopped at the local convenience store/gas station by my office to get a beverage for the drive home. Next to the spot where I parked was a beat up old sedan. In the passenger seat was a guy completely passed out. Looked like he was "in the spoon by noon" (look that one up) and was long gone for the day. Sitting in the driver's seat was the cutest little girl: pretty little dress, big blue eyes. She was playing with some yarn or something similar in her hands. When I walked by she looked at me and we shared the nicest, purest smile. What a cute kid she was, maybe 8 years old. I thought, "What a contrast". When I walked back out the girl had gotten out of the car and was dancing around, smiling, in the shrubs by the gas station while a lady (I assumed her mother) was pouring gas into the car from a little, red gas can. I looked at the mom and she was dressed in hippie clothes. I looked closer and was really impressed with her beauty. Beautiful woman putting gas in an empty gas tank. Lovely little girl dancing around, smiling. Man blotto in the front seat...
It's the opposite of the dead look and feel I imagine seeing in Peter Keating and the social-worker girlfriend he strung along. It's the opposite of people getting a thrill as a spectator of people's brilliant strategies to make one another look bad.
That man looks very happy and alive.
I've experienced more and more things lately that remind me how important children are, how beautiful they are. I tell you...at times me makes me feel pretty alone. I saw a scene yesterday that really affected me...I'll have to share later.