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I Am Who I AM
I Am Who I AM
I sat on a bench in the park one day nibbling on my sandwich
The man without a home sat down beside me to drink his beer
A slight grin and lift to the corners of his lips
He started talking
Talking of how he had just came from the Veterans hospital
Hopeful they would after all these years
Approve his monetary benefits
I listened intently
Tried not to be sad for this once proud man who called the streets his home
I learned of a daughter attending college
Heard the echo of pride in his voice
I listened again as he spoke of moving somewhere warmer, cheaper
If only he gets these benefits
I thought of the price he had paid so long ago
I wondered if there would be any sort of justice
Finally I had to leave the comfort of that bench
As I walked away
I knew that somehow my soul had been blessed
His stories had touched me
I thought how fitting he had shared the things that made him proud
His hopes for the future
Not once a comment about his plight
His life struggles.
And as I sit today on a commuter train bound for middle-class suburbia
I listen to those around me laugh at the less fortunate we see
I realize once again that sometimes those that touch our lives
Those that give us gifts
Are hidden beneath layers
Some will never see beyond.
I think of my many special friends
Not acquaintances mind you
But my cross of friends
Those on a park bench
I send a silent thank you to the woman who made all my friends possible
To the mom who through example
Taught me to laugh with everyone
To share my tears with anyone
To look for the gift they each have to share with me
Thank you, Mom
I am who I am.
6/26/2006 10:38 pm
Lustcurious, what a great tribute. Your mom must have been a special person.|
Most people would find it hard to see the loving kindness and character in your post. Many of us who have achieved a level of success live in a sterile environment that is apart from the yearning struggles of others. Living on the street, born into poverty, another third-world country where finding the next meal is a way of life, the child who is sold into prostitution in Thailand........the list goes on. How can we bring hope, love, friendship, security, and life to our brothers and sisters? Mother Teresa knew how. We will not find life until we share ours with those less fortunate.
This is not a popular subject and goes counter to what our achievement culture tells us how to live life.
Thank you for sharing.
6/26/2006 11:09 pm
You are a good, fine person. Take comfort in that.|
6/27/2006 7:11 am
Hi Lustcurious, I apologize for referring to your mom in past tense. I am glad to be back.|
6/27/2006 7:15 am
This was a pretty cool thing to wake up to this morning. I meet a lot of veterans every day. Most are well taken care by our government, but every now and then, one slips through the crowd and is totally screwed. I have such a unique job where I get to chat with people and I often ask people what it is that they do. So many interesting stories if you just listen.|
What worries me are the american stories that I never get a chance to hear. Those that never have the ability to visit the place that I work.
Thanks for this reminder Lusty!
6/27/2006 8:28 am
That was too cool girl. It is funny how some just drop off the edge you never really know if or when something so monumental could drive any one of us to that position. No matter how hard his life is he still has pride and self worth very strong person indeed. You had a wonderful mother teach you always stay that way. Later JD|
6/28/2006 5:47 am
Check out your profile mail box there is a surprise waiting there for you hehehe JD|
6/30/2006 8:12 pm
Very beautiful Lust. It is really true how a total stranger can touch us deeply. He still had his dreams. He still feels pride and joy. In the end we are all stripped naked and it doesn't matter who we are, what we have, how rich, how smart...we are all the same in God's eyes...Your mom was a great example. You are one of the lucky ones.|