I saw a woman beckoning to a cat in an alley on the way home. I wanted to take a picture. Have you ever been in a situation that created a strong longing, a strong tension?
I was riding a train into New York City one ice-bound January morning. A woman dressed in several layers of clothing and carrying bags on her person was offering boxes of food to a large group of stray dogs in an abandoned yard. The train was slow-moving due to the conditions and I watched as they gathered around her. She lay down with them.
I wished I had been able to stay and watch. To approach, and ask. But the moment I did see was deeply moving. If there was a God, that is I think how he would want us to live.
There was this hitchiker. I did not expect her to put up a hand. I was expecting the thumb. She waved to me instead and I drove past and imagined slowing down and stopping, then imagined stopping turning around and driving back, then imagined driving by that place every day waiting for her to walk by ask for a ride, then imagined what it would be like if I skipped all that imagining.
i was on my way to pennsylvania once, and passing through jersey when i saw what looked like a young man leaning on one of those metal railings along the side of the road. i wasn’t driving at the time, but i truly wished i was. i would have pulled over and sat beside him, maybe struck up a conversation and asked what he was looking at and why he was just sitting on a roadside with no car of his own nearby and if he wanted to go away somewhere.
i think if i had stopped and asked and he’d said yes i’d have taken him anywhere, if i could.
At a writer’s exercise, visiting a house in a city, a friend of mine pointed out a man across the street. He was rather young and had a metal walker and brown satchel. He seriously looked like the entire world had been dropped on his shoulders. I’m not sure Atlas could possibly contend with whatever universe of problems that man had dealt with. He was only forty or so feet away, and we just stood there watching him limp down the sidewalk. I’ve never felt so bad or have been so inspired by a complete stranger.
I love this.
I love that you love this.
Yes. And it always seems to happen when I’m being driven somewhere, never to return to the moment.
Impossible to say who was wishing harder-too true..
I was riding a train into New York City one ice-bound January morning. A woman dressed in several layers of clothing and carrying bags on her person was offering boxes of food to a large group of stray dogs in an abandoned yard. The train was slow-moving due to the conditions and I watched as they gathered around her. She lay down with them.
I wished I had been able to stay and watch. To approach, and ask. But the moment I did see was deeply moving. If there was a God, that is I think how he would want us to live.
I believe there is. And I believe He does. If only we would live up to selflessness.
Only if only
She already is mine.
There was this hitchiker. I did not expect her to put up a hand. I was expecting the thumb. She waved to me instead and I drove past and imagined slowing down and stopping, then imagined stopping turning around and driving back, then imagined driving by that place every day waiting for her to walk by ask for a ride, then imagined what it would be like if I skipped all that imagining.
i was on my way to pennsylvania once, and passing through jersey when i saw what looked like a young man leaning on one of those metal railings along the side of the road. i wasn’t driving at the time, but i truly wished i was. i would have pulled over and sat beside him, maybe struck up a conversation and asked what he was looking at and why he was just sitting on a roadside with no car of his own nearby and if he wanted to go away somewhere.
i think if i had stopped and asked and he’d said yes i’d have taken him anywhere, if i could.
‘Even if you do not choose, you still have made a choice!’
(Rush)
At a writer’s exercise, visiting a house in a city, a friend of mine pointed out a man across the street. He was rather young and had a metal walker and brown satchel. He seriously looked like the entire world had been dropped on his shoulders. I’m not sure Atlas could possibly contend with whatever universe of problems that man had dealt with. He was only forty or so feet away, and we just stood there watching him limp down the sidewalk. I’ve never felt so bad or have been so inspired by a complete stranger.
Whenever she walks away