There’s a Vietnam vet in a wheelchair I see quite often who has a pit named Zeke.
The two of them never fail to get my attention. The guy is very handsome despite his careworn demeanor…blonde, blue-eyed, looks like an aging surfer sitting down. You can see he’s been through hell and his handicap is probably the least of it.
Zeke also has scars. There’s one across his backside that looks like a knife wound where fur no longer grows. One of his ears is practically missing from a dog fight not doubt.
He wears a knitted sweater with his name crocheted across the front in the winter, and a Lakers sweatshirt in spring. The love this man has for this animal would break your heart then lift it to the stars.
The two of them have clearly seen hard times yet together soar like eagles.
Zeke’s patience along with the way he gently protects could make him a spokesman for pits everywhere. He waits for his friend to lock or unlock his chair never pulling his lead while making certain no one pushes or gets in front.
Think bodyguard with a tail.
He knows this man gave him another chance because believe me, he was not getting out alive otherwise. He would have either been killed in a dog fight, put down because he couldn’t fight any longer therefore reaping no income for the fucker arranging these heinous venues of entertainment, or the pound after a week would have put him down since he was no Lassie in the looks department.
In other words, who would adopt him?
This fella, that’s who.
I don’t believe in accidents so when I see them I know it’s to remind me to keep going no matter what.
An animal can show you what humility is all about, and so can a veteran who went to fight a war because our government said he had to, and unlike many of his comrades, came home and not the way he bravely took flight.
Vietnam Wall, Washington D.C.