Salutations my fellow acquaintances!
Enough of the formalities. I'm just going to babble on about the rather unamusing adventures of yours truly. So, lets begin...
I met on odd fellow today. As I exited the highway and slowly approached the red lights that followed, I noticed a man with a cardboard sign. The sign read, "I died last February. I'm waiting for God." For reasons I cannot comprehend myself, I simply cannot just ignore the homeless man. I rolled open the window and signaled him to come towards me. I asked him what the sign meant. He had a low and gruff voice. Raspy, even. He said, "I lost everything last February. I'm just waiting for a light." This further confused me. I asked if he was hungry, and he said he was starving. I told him to hop on and I'll treat him for lunch. He opened the passenger's door and I couldn't help but notice the stench he carried along. I didn't bother. I asked what he wanted, and he said he could use a burger. Luckily, there was a burger joint not too far from where we were. As we entered the diner, all eyes were on us. Some snickered. Obvious whispers penetrated my ears. A waitress with a disgusted look on her face came up to us. "Just one, sir?" I looked over my shoulder and noticed the company I had along with was staring into a claw machine. I replied , "No, two please."
We were finally seated. I asked the man's name. In the same ruff tuff voice, he answered "Charles." His tone was rather depressing. I asked what his story was. He said he lost his house and job last year. He stayed with a girl he was smitten with, but they eventually parted ways. From there, he said he felt that he was just living the remainder of his life waiting until he "was accepted through the gates." I asked if he was religious, and he said he wasn't until everything he owned was lost. His burger arrived and he chomped on it without a second thought.
As we left, I told him that I should be leaving. I reached for $20 and handed it over to him. He says I already did much for him, but I insisted. He took it, and for the first time, he smiled. In that husky voice, he said, "Thank you, Hope." I was a bit puzzled. "You can just call me Sean." He shook his head. "No, sonny. You are Hope." With that, he left. I usually don't read into these rather "deep sayings," but they way he said it. I'm not sure how to describe it. It wasn't his husky gruffy voice. It was clean. Almost pure.
It was an interesting experience for me. I don't have much to say towards it really.
Have a grand ol' time fellas!
Enough of the formalities. I'm just going to babble on about the rather unamusing adventures of yours truly. So, lets begin...
I met on odd fellow today. As I exited the highway and slowly approached the red lights that followed, I noticed a man with a cardboard sign. The sign read, "I died last February. I'm waiting for God." For reasons I cannot comprehend myself, I simply cannot just ignore the homeless man. I rolled open the window and signaled him to come towards me. I asked him what the sign meant. He had a low and gruff voice. Raspy, even. He said, "I lost everything last February. I'm just waiting for a light." This further confused me. I asked if he was hungry, and he said he was starving. I told him to hop on and I'll treat him for lunch. He opened the passenger's door and I couldn't help but notice the stench he carried along. I didn't bother. I asked what he wanted, and he said he could use a burger. Luckily, there was a burger joint not too far from where we were. As we entered the diner, all eyes were on us. Some snickered. Obvious whispers penetrated my ears. A waitress with a disgusted look on her face came up to us. "Just one, sir?" I looked over my shoulder and noticed the company I had along with was staring into a claw machine. I replied , "No, two please."
We were finally seated. I asked the man's name. In the same ruff tuff voice, he answered "Charles." His tone was rather depressing. I asked what his story was. He said he lost his house and job last year. He stayed with a girl he was smitten with, but they eventually parted ways. From there, he said he felt that he was just living the remainder of his life waiting until he "was accepted through the gates." I asked if he was religious, and he said he wasn't until everything he owned was lost. His burger arrived and he chomped on it without a second thought.
As we left, I told him that I should be leaving. I reached for $20 and handed it over to him. He says I already did much for him, but I insisted. He took it, and for the first time, he smiled. In that husky voice, he said, "Thank you, Hope." I was a bit puzzled. "You can just call me Sean." He shook his head. "No, sonny. You are Hope." With that, he left. I usually don't read into these rather "deep sayings," but they way he said it. I'm not sure how to describe it. It wasn't his husky gruffy voice. It was clean. Almost pure.
It was an interesting experience for me. I don't have much to say towards it really.
Have a grand ol' time fellas!
