THAT MAN ALONG THE ROAD-1
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It was 12:00 noon. The scorching heat of the sun was almost burning my skin. As I walked along the long streets of Dama de Noche, but it was no reason at all for me not to notice a lanky fellow, long haired, with hollow cheeks (aged sixty five to seventy) standing in front of his apartment, while fanning himself to death.
But the sight of him didn't gave so much attention in my mind not until one day, as I passed by, again, I saw him in the street near his apartment approaching a stout, younger woman with his arms opened, "Please lend me Ten pesos my dear,I need it very badly". he pleaded. That's also my problem. In fact I have nothing to give my daughter", she chuckled, as I over heard their conversation.
I almost approached them, to give what he needed but I felt awkward. Well, I must be interfering their privacy. I tried to act casual, but it gave me a feeling of heaviness as I walked down the road, farther from the scene. I was almost blaming myself. I was in the situation to help and act as a "Good Samaritan" that day, and that ten pesos would have helped that old lanky fellow in his present problem. That ten pesos stocked on my mind, and every time I saw him, I wanted to hand him even a hundred pesos, thinking that he may have food to fill his stomach. But I don't really know if it would be proper for me to do it. Thinking otherwise, he might get insulted with my gesture.
Few moons passed, not seeing him, as I passed in that nearby street. Until one day I saw him seated in a chair, silently, in front of his place, crossed legs, with a rough long wooden staff in his side, but his eyes no longer following as I walked along the street. His sight seemed blank.
Every time I see him,my heart breaks, using his wooden walking stick as he moved in that little space outside his apartment with his eyes looking in one direction, i concluded, "he is blind". And my dilemma begun, thinking, if it would be proper to help when nobody's not even asking for it.
Now, the chair in front of his place where he used to sit seemed empty, I haven't seen him for almost couple of months. That triggered my guilt of not lending a hand. And his memories keep hunting me every time I passed by that street. And that heaviness in my heart kept coming, thinking, that he has no children to take care of him because he's a gay or Becky (beki-tagalog), for that matter.
Should I go and ask for him to erase this heaviness in my heart or just pray for him and continue to live peacefully. But how can I?
Wines 2013
Photo credits to the owner...
THAT MAN ALONG THE ROAD-1
www.weenweenreyes.blogspot.com
It was 12:00 noon. The scorching heat of the sun was almost burning my skin. As I walked along the long streets of Dama de Noche, but it was no reason at all for me not to notice a lanky fellow, long haired, with hollow cheeks (aged sixty five to seventy) standing in front of his apartment, while fanning himself to death.
But the sight of him didn't gave so much attention in my mind not until one day, as I passed by, again, I saw him in the street near his apartment approaching a stout, younger woman with his arms opened, "Please lend me Ten pesos my dear,I need it very badly". he pleaded. That's also my problem. In fact I have nothing to give my daughter", she chuckled, as I over heard their conversation.
I almost approached them, to give what he needed but I felt awkward. Well, I must be interfering their privacy. I tried to act casual, but it gave me a feeling of heaviness as I walked down the road, farther from the scene. I was almost blaming myself. I was in the situation to help and act as a "Good Samaritan" that day, and that ten pesos would have helped that old lanky fellow in his present problem. That ten pesos stocked on my mind, and every time I saw him, I wanted to hand him even a hundred pesos, thinking that he may have food to fill his stomach. But I don't really know if it would be proper for me to do it. Thinking otherwise, he might get insulted with my gesture.
Few moons passed, not seeing him, as I passed in that nearby street. Until one day I saw him seated in a chair, silently, in front of his place, crossed legs, with a rough long wooden staff in his side, but his eyes no longer following as I walked along the street. His sight seemed blank.
Every time I see him,my heart breaks, using his wooden walking stick as he moved in that little space outside his apartment with his eyes looking in one direction, i concluded, "he is blind". And my dilemma begun, thinking, if it would be proper to help when nobody's not even asking for it.
Now, the chair in front of his place where he used to sit seemed empty, I haven't seen him for almost couple of months. That triggered my guilt of not lending a hand. And his memories keep hunting me every time I passed by that street. And that heaviness in my heart kept coming, thinking, that he has no children to take care of him because he's a gay or Becky (beki-tagalog), for that matter.
Should I go and ask for him to erase this heaviness in my heart or just pray for him and continue to live peacefully. But how can I?
Wines 2013
Photo credits to the owner...
www.weenweenreyes.blogspot.com
It was 12:00 noon. The scorching heat of the sun was almost burning my skin. As I walked along the long streets of Dama de Noche, but it was no reason at all for me not to notice a lanky fellow, long haired, with hollow cheeks (aged sixty five to seventy) standing in front of his apartment, while fanning himself to death.
But the sight of him didn't gave so much attention in my mind not until one day, as I passed by, again, I saw him in the street near his apartment approaching a stout, younger woman with his arms opened, "Please lend me Ten pesos my dear,I need it very badly". he pleaded. That's also my problem. In fact I have nothing to give my daughter", she chuckled, as I over heard their conversation.
I almost approached them, to give what he needed but I felt awkward. Well, I must be interfering their privacy. I tried to act casual, but it gave me a feeling of heaviness as I walked down the road, farther from the scene. I was almost blaming myself. I was in the situation to help and act as a "Good Samaritan" that day, and that ten pesos would have helped that old lanky fellow in his present problem. That ten pesos stocked on my mind, and every time I saw him, I wanted to hand him even a hundred pesos, thinking that he may have food to fill his stomach. But I don't really know if it would be proper for me to do it. Thinking otherwise, he might get insulted with my gesture.
Few moons passed, not seeing him, as I passed in that nearby street. Until one day I saw him seated in a chair, silently, in front of his place, crossed legs, with a rough long wooden staff in his side, but his eyes no longer following as I walked along the street. His sight seemed blank.
Every time I see him,my heart breaks, using his wooden walking stick as he moved in that little space outside his apartment with his eyes looking in one direction, i concluded, "he is blind". And my dilemma begun, thinking, if it would be proper to help when nobody's not even asking for it.
Now, the chair in front of his place where he used to sit seemed empty, I haven't seen him for almost couple of months. That triggered my guilt of not lending a hand. And his memories keep hunting me every time I passed by that street. And that heaviness in my heart kept coming, thinking, that he has no children to take care of him because he's a gay or Becky (beki-tagalog), for that matter.
Should I go and ask for him to erase this heaviness in my heart or just pray for him and continue to live peacefully. But how can I?
Wines 2013
Photo credits to the owner...
