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Walk This Way

Last night after sending my best mate off for the last time, I turned the radio on for company on the ride home. I was not sad. Alex Cuba was playing a live concert somewhere in the world (somewhere in Canada which was why CBC was playing a live concert) and that made me happy. Although I do not know any of the words, I tried to sing along for my heart.

I stopped at a red light. The lanky, downtown, messy haired man crossed the road. I have seen this man often downtown. At times I have been afraid of him. I have seen him walking about with a bloodied face. Most times I feel sorry for him. Tonight, I admired him. He walked in front of my car and the world slowed down. I watched. His hands were in the pockets of his too-big-for-him jeans. His long, messy hair was back in its signature pony tail – but it looked neater tonight. He was not smiling per say, but his face was. His walk was executed in long, slow steps. He was in no hurry, but his long stride would get him there on time.

Maybe it was my positive state of mind that saw him as more peaceful this evening…either way, I hope for him. Moreover, I wish I could walk like that.

Walk in Peace
Janet
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  1. Kenia SantosApril 23, 2009

    I love the way you use words. I've added you to my blogroll so I can see your updates sooner. Take care, all my love.

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  2. Janet JarrellApril 26, 2009

    You do make me smile Kenia.

    Janet

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  3. A Fitness Minute with Pat AndersonApril 28, 2009

    How beautiful is it for you to have seen the light in him. He may walk alone, but he is never alone...

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