Some Moments Make it All Worthwhile

(An Awesome Reader Family update)


Walking across the parking lot of her local grocers the other morning this poet noticed, out of the corner of one eye, a black SUV pulling into its far entrance.

When it proceeded in her direction, all of her old urban survival instincts kicked in — primary among them being the peaceful avoidance of eye contact with the probably-male driver of that particular kind of vehicle: If you never look the pimp in the eye before you look away, he’s less likely to turn out to have an “I’m-coming-down-today-and-in-a-bad-mood-and-you-have-to-walk-these-same-streets-every-day-and-nobody-says-no-to-me,” attitude.

But up it kept on coming… Had to look up.

To find two young gentlemen there, the one nearest me wearing one of the sweetest and most enthusiastic smiles the poet’s been priveledged to receive for quite some time.

“Excuse me,” the other one leaned over him to say, “I don’t know if you remember me, but I love you…”

He put his hands over his heart.

“We had a conversation on the bus,” he went on. “It’s still with me. Thank you.”

And then in a little while they drove on, leaving this poet with a badly-needed spot of warmth in her troubled heart.

She did remember him.

What was the conversation about?

Engineering — he’s hoping to design buildings.

So — sustainability. Light and its benefits.



Guess it does somebody some good when she shoots her mouth off on the bus, instead of just getting her in trouble, after all…

Happy day. Mmmmm…


The poet/editor of this website is physically disabled, and lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. Contributions may be made at:

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