It’s barely 7 a.m. as I leave my friend’s grocery store, after waking up to a mix of upsetting messages, unable to kick myself back into neutral.
My friend, when he sees a big tear roll down my cheek, fills a bag with fresh rolls, shoving them in my arms…
food, the Italian remedy for all things.
Waiting to cross the street, I see a man getting up, after spending the night sleeping beneath a store awning. He’s Latino, in his 40s, appearing slim and strong, with Elvis hair and very shiny boots, one left unlaced.
There’s an elegance about him, an air of dignity, despite his present circumstances.
On impulse, I stop and say, “Excuse me, would you like a fresh roll?”
His smile is immediate, as if I’ve read his thoughts. “Yes, I’d like one, very much.”
I gently, with a napkin, take one from the bag handing it to him, feeling instantly better since, a random act of kindness, even better than bread, can cure almost anything.
I then see a blind man on the arm of a runner en route to the Park.
A teenage girl is passing the other way with a wonky walk that looks like remnants of childhood Polio.
Unlike me, neither look as if they’re feeling sorry for themselves.
There are no accidents, since God tends to speak through others, so my bout of self-pity is washed away like debris on a deserted beach.
But back to the guy under the awning, after he thanks me for the roll. Before taking flight, like a sister, affectionately speaking to a brother say, “Tie your shoe.”
And without pause, placing his roll neatly in its napkin onto the store step, kneels on one knee, and with an added grace, does.
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