Tuesday, March 24, 2009
I met this beggar man. He told me his sadness was entrenched, his spirit sullen. I dropped him a shiny coin and told him to sing for life's sake; to draw deeply from his reservoir of hope; to exercise mightily his God given lungs. I walked away with nothing to expect, but I heard a baritone's song. It wasn't great, but it wasn't bad, either.