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the worker
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the worker |
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jwebs Junior Member
since 2006-08-15
Posts 25Ft Hood, TX |
I met a man today with an unkempt beard and dirty teeth who smiled and gave me the last of his cigarettes wearing tattered clothes and rotted shoes and he asked nothing in return making room for me on a wooden bench he invited me to sit I couldn't talk to him as the only english he knew was one or two words yes or no smoke coke water sometimes I wonder what it would be like to live in his shoes unchained from the things that own me released into a world where material things matter not but having the satisfaction of doing a hard days work he told me his name and in my ignorance it was forgotten a good man he is it's a shame that no one else will understand how a man with holes in his shoes could find happiness in giving his things to others he works from dawn till after sunset not counting the hour drive to and from home traveling through a city tearing itself apart yet here on this island of peace a place he can only visit he smiles and shares with those others hate not because of religion not because of culture but by the simplest of things greed we all have our greed for some it's power others, wealth still some desire status yet all these matter not at the end of the day he can rest his head knowing that he has done right and smiles fill his dreams No one is more professional than I. I am a Noncommissioned Officer, a leader of soldiers. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I think we have all met someone like this at one time or another this is a touching write |
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