Monday, April 12, 2010

A Helen Story

The man in the wheelchair kept trying to talk to me.  We went to the same coffee shop every day.  But he slurred his words so I couldn’t understand him and I was embarrassed to cause a scene by trying to understand him, because what if the end result was that I couldn’t?  But today I was in line behind him and he backed up with his mixed berry oatmeal so we were side by side and looked up at me and said something undecipherable.  This time, I took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes and said, “What?” He said it again, and this time I understood.  He said, “Isn’t this weather beautiful?” And it was.

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