Dec. 2nd, 2004
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Dec. 2nd, 2004 06:39 amAs much as everything may hurt, you're life's not that bad.
I saw a man just before, cycling along the road. He had everything he owned with him. A long duffel type bag strapped to the back of his bike. A backpack on his back. A sack in one hand. He was scruffy, old, skinny. Tired. He was going through people's recycling, collecting aluminium cans to take in and recycle and get money for. 50 cents, maybe. A whole 50 cents.
I smiled at him. He looked surprised, and then, maybe, a little happier. Just a little.
Really. You're life's not that bad.
I saw a man just before, cycling along the road. He had everything he owned with him. A long duffel type bag strapped to the back of his bike. A backpack on his back. A sack in one hand. He was scruffy, old, skinny. Tired. He was going through people's recycling, collecting aluminium cans to take in and recycle and get money for. 50 cents, maybe. A whole 50 cents.
I smiled at him. He looked surprised, and then, maybe, a little happier. Just a little.
Really. You're life's not that bad.