Tuesday
This morning, as I walked the Puppy, I saw tiny plastic man wearing only a tiny plastic speedo, lying prone on the sidewalk.
He looked a bit chilly in the 34 degree air and I remembered the half full box of 10 hour disposable handwarmers sitting in the hall.
I filled one of my pockets with a few when I left for the train, determined to give them to people who looked cold.
The first packet went to a person sleeping on the sidewalk underneath some thin blankets. A cardboard box, covered with a dirty sheet made an impromptu headboard.
I left the warmers next to a bottle that said Rolling Rock, but I’m not sure it was beer.
At the train station, I saw a man in a wheel chair, his hands blackened with grime, wrapped in a tattered coat and covered with a blanket, speaking with another man who sat on a pile of cardboard the ground.
“Excuse me for interrupting,” I began, “would you gentlemen like these?”
And I offered a packet to each.
They took them and smiles cracked through layers of woe, as I nodded and turned away.
Two more men, talking in an animated way and smoking cigarettes on a bench, were thrilled with my gift.
“Oh, hand warmers! I can use these!” Said the first with great enthusiasm.
“Thanks a heap!” Said the other, a young man with dreadlocks, “it’s hard when it’s so cold.”
I had no more packets, the air still was chill and the wind harsh, but I felt much warmer.
What did you see?
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