I met a man tonight.
As I was got out of my car this evening at the church before class, I heard a sound. It was a man calling to me. Me, being me, walked right up, never thinking I could be in danger-I do that, I don’t look to cross the road hence why I’ve nearly been hit a few times. Eh, I digress. Back to the man. I walked up to him, laughing that I couldn’t understand his accent, blaming my “American-ness”. He laughed, said he was Scottish so I had no chance in understanding him and there began our conversation. He was homeless though I doubt he would call himself that. He just lived outside, under the stars and the trees, and tonight, under the awning of the church. As I talked to him I had to keep reminding myself that there were others around, that he couldn’t hurt me. As I kept telling myself that, I really looked at this man I was talking to. This man was better dressed than myself on a good day! Took impeccable care of himself and his clothes and was quite possibly the nicest, most well spoken men I have met in a long time. Smelled nice with a hint of whiskey. I guess what I am trying to say is that you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover- talk a while, take the time to make that person feel noticed and listened to, be present. We didn’t talk about much but I would like to think I made his evening pass a bit quicker.