I was sitting at a Starbucks…which by the way if you asked me months I ago, I would have told you you would never catch me at a Starbucks. See, on 3 separate occasions I got hair in my Starbucks' drinks. I felt it was a sign. Now, not so much. Their very berry hibiscus keeps me coming back for more. Which I am grateful for.
For at that moment, I saw an old man reading his magazine holding off going to his "home." Not a home that you or I know, but a home meant for only older people, whose families can't take care of them any more. I know he's procrastinating, because he started talking to a worker, and being someone who likes to people watch and yes, eavesdrop, I learned this dear old man, just couldn't handle the thought of going back to his "home."
I couldn't help but feel bonded with this man. I too know what it was like to not want to go to a place that didn't feel like home. A place where your loved one wasn't near. It's hard to consider it your home, when it feels anything but.
It seems though in those moments, there's always someone or something to carry you through. For this man, his little companion did just that for him. A dog, who could only show him affection and love.
In time, I was able to feel home again. And I hope one day soon, this little old man feels home again. If only with his little dog.
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