"Sometimes I do forget, how much we 

could ease the lives we lead. If we learn 

to let go the reins that we hold, return to 

our souls and let the spirit flow"

I'm pending on whether I need to type this or not (... pending, pending) might as well.

I was chilling at Harbor Beach today, a lot of homeless people we're hanging there too. This guy comes up to this lady and her child sitting next to me. I was sitting like a few inches from them so I kind of over heard the man's reasons to approaching them. He introduced himself, by first and last name. Shook her hand and everything, glanced at the the woman's son a bit... nodded at me.

Guy was tall, seemed to be in his early 50's or so, had a nice face but his clothes were very dirty and rugged. Had a dog with him, a huge BEAUTIFUL Golden Retriever. (I love Golden Retrievers) He said he use to live in Arizona, till his son died in a car accident him and his wife had, his wife died months later from depression, blaming herself for her son's death. His son flew out of the front window, no seat belt, him and his wife he said, barely made it. He son was 7. He talked about his parents, and how his father use to beat the crap out of him. His mom died a few months back, doesn't have any siblings, or relatives. 

He said he was a very successful accountant for a law firm or something, had money, house, wife, and a beautiful kid. Shared the hobby of collecting old Classic rock band posters at concerts  (He was definitely cool in book then) Was living the American Dream till it all was taken from him. Hasn't recovered since. He was going on and on and the lady is just listening. Heh, I'm listening too, his story out of a few that I've heard was very interesting. Couldn't help but to listen. 

An hour goes by and I say to myself, "Here's the donation portion of the conversation..." Sounds mean, but living here in California, a lot of the people who are less fortunate than others and living on the streets share no shame in asking for money. And most people like I, share no problem with giving what little we have. Dude stands up, looks out to the other people on the beach, and says he enjoyed talking to us, said he doesn't talk to anyone, much. A lot of people see him and stray away or find ways avoiding him when it comes by. He doesn't look for cash, doesn't want a check, just an ear.. someone to talk too. This shit made my heart heavy. I never, in my years of life, encounter a man like this. 

He shakes our hands, thanking us on his exits. Grabs Penny (His dogs name) and starts to leave. I see dude leaving and I just can't deal with that. Something told me to do something, something told me to just sit there too. I ran to my car man, got my wallet out the glove compartment and ran to the nearest ATM (no luck in the nearest). All this, is like 5-10 minutes tops. Some dude was having a moment at SunTrust... I go back to where I was and I don't see him. I'm searching for this guy, looking everywhere. He was nowhere. I asked the lady if she knew which way he went, she was as shocked as I was, said he was just walking up the beach.. insane. 

I looked for him, for about 30 minutes or so.. I don't know, I tell my boy what happened and he's like it could've been some dude, trying to get sympathy and cash afterwards. And that it was good I didn't give him money. I don't believe that, I really don't. I have instincts about these things and that... Well, it was something else. That man left something on me when he left and I will never forget his face or name. 

Richard Wallace