As I sit here and watch and listen to people and how they react or their non-reaction to others around them, it amazes me how shallow and unattached to our counterparts we have become. For example: the old man, with a lost confused look in his eyes as his shaking hands struggled to open the door. The young guy sitting close to the door, just sitting and watching the elderly man struggle. The three highschool girls at the counter  flaunting their looks and daddy’s money, while the highscool girl taking their ridicule and order, while she hides behind the register and what was a smile now has embarrassment on her face. The 30 something on his phone, while his beautiful wife sits there wanting him to ask about her day and the two kids fighting for the attention of a guy that seems to not even acknowledge their existence. And the homeless man pushing his whole exsistance in front of the restraunt stopping to dig in his pocket to see if he has the change for a drink on this hot day, while two people in their 50’s have a look of disgust as the homeless mans face turns from hope to despair over the lack of a nickel.
    Doesn’t the young man watching the elderly man know that its not going to be long and he will be that old man that is trapped in his memories and confusion and those are his hands that tremble. And doesn’t that girl hiding under her visor and the cash register know that she’s beautiful and is going to be the object of the boys affection in time, while those three Barbi’s are more then likely never going to know what self respect and true happiness, because they will never know what its like to work and earn their own way through this life.
The guy on his phone won’t realize that those Continue reading