No more with me — II
For whatever time he had spent on this earth, he most likely walked many rough roads and too many important miles.
My heart ached as I looked into his eyes. I wished that I could see what he had seen all those years. His face weathered from life itself, was creased and wrinkled. The small soft pockets under his eyes and the gentle lines that curved up and around them told me he had many happy moments, too. Those were traces left behind from laughter and a smiling, happy man.
“My friend, can I help you with those things?” I asked. Hesitant at first, he finally said, “Well, yes, thank you!” I placed my hand under his left arm and walked with him a safe distance away from the rush of people.”So what are you shopping for, sir?”
“Oh, just a little something for my neighbor. She’s a young mother raising kids on her own. She’s always so nice to me. I thought a box of candy for Mother’s Day…” he said, stopping suddenly as he searched his inside pocket of his sport coat. “Do you need something?” I asked. “Oh, no. Here. I think I have it right here. I always carry them with me,” he said. Then pulling out a hand full of papers he shuffled through them and handed me a business card that read:
“John A. Pomicter Friend to all…enemy to no one! I said a prayer today and you were the answer. Thank you!” “That’s for you,” he said. “Thanks for stopping to help an old man.” “My friend, you helped me.
I discovered that I was unhappy with the world and I was part of the problem. Now I’ll be part of the solution. No more with me!” “Then this was meant to be,” he said smiling. “You know God sends me gifts every day and always at least one special person. You were my gift
for today! Let’s go get some chocolates.