When I returned inside to wait, there were only two seats left in the main room. They had recently been vacated by a couple that was called. As I walked over trying to decide if I wanted to sit beside the woman or the old man that sat by either seat. About the moment I chose to sit beside the woman, the man called out to me. He offered me the seat beside him and I took a seat. However, at first I sat beside the woman. Watching the numbers on the screen and the videos on my phone.
It seemed like time was just ticking by as slow as molasses tries to drip from a bottle. The numbers were half hidden from me by a sign. This caused me to have to keep leaning over to the open seat beside me. The old man smiled as I moved over and told him I simply couldn't see the numbers. I believe he was quite delighted by my company.
I sat with the old man for the next few hours listening to tails of old.There were times he spoke of milking cows, and how it was living on a farm. His favorite story was of his bobcat and how he sat and chopped wood to sell. Using the Bobcat to move it around. His eyes lit up when he spoke about his wife and about the life they shared. The many jobs he learned along the way. We spoke like old friends sitting by a camp fire, though we had never laid eyes on each other before.
As time ticked by he pulled in more and more people into the conversations. We listened to each other and for a moment the people around us listened also. The jokes made everyone laugh. As this old man sat there in a crowded DMV, the spark of his soul touched us all. Finally his number was called.
I hadn't realized then how long it had been since I stood up. So while he was being served, I stepped out to use the restroom and smoke a cigarette. When I returned, there he was sitting in his chair beside another young lady. She was smiling as they talked. I quietly made my way back over and sat close to them. When he saw me return he was quick to return me to the conversation.
When I asked the old man why he was asked to wait out there. He surprised me by saying, they didn't. He had returned to his seat to wait for me. To give me a proper good bye. My cheeks didn't blush because of embarrassment, but had blushed because he had touched me. Not physically, but my heart. This little old man, reminded me there is still good left in this world.
There are moments in this life when someone reaches out and touches you. Not with a hand, but with their heart. They are so rare and beautiful, they take your breath away. I hope I never forget that old man. My heart believes this old man was one of very few angles that visited me in my life. He gave me a bit of hope back.
Love and hope isn't just something you get. Its something created. Every time you walk out your door, or pick up the phone, you have a chance to create hope. I spent my life trying to do that for my friends and family. I had a rough childhood, and my life was hard in many ways. Through it all, I carried hope of a better day.
As I spread my feelings of hope to the world around me, I didn't think it helped anyone. Suddenly, People started telling me how much I had touched their lives. I wanted to be a beacon of light for people around me. I worked hard to help save as many as I could. Giving them all I could for a new start. For a long time I made a difference in people's lives.
I have recently been drowning in a sea of darkness, and needed a reminder of how much hope makes life just a little bit easier. Sometimes we need a little old man what is inside of us. The one dream I have left, is growing old. The doctors say I will not make it much longer. However, I say that isn't good enough. Because I want to be Seventy years old, sitting in the DMV, making everyone in there talk, smile, and touch each other. Spreading Hope that love still does exist.
This little old man left me with more than a story to tell. He kept me from giving up. He reminded me, its not the end that matters. Its how you get there. He had a beautiful story full of love. I hope mine will be too. . .
As time ticked by he pulled in more and more people into the conversations. We listened to each other and for a moment the people around us listened also. The jokes made everyone laugh. As this old man sat there in a crowded DMV, the spark of his soul touched us all. Finally his number was called.
I hadn't realized then how long it had been since I stood up. So while he was being served, I stepped out to use the restroom and smoke a cigarette. When I returned, there he was sitting in his chair beside another young lady. She was smiling as they talked. I quietly made my way back over and sat close to them. When he saw me return he was quick to return me to the conversation.
When I asked the old man why he was asked to wait out there. He surprised me by saying, they didn't. He had returned to his seat to wait for me. To give me a proper good bye. My cheeks didn't blush because of embarrassment, but had blushed because he had touched me. Not physically, but my heart. This little old man, reminded me there is still good left in this world.
There are moments in this life when someone reaches out and touches you. Not with a hand, but with their heart. They are so rare and beautiful, they take your breath away. I hope I never forget that old man. My heart believes this old man was one of very few angles that visited me in my life. He gave me a bit of hope back.
Love and hope isn't just something you get. Its something created. Every time you walk out your door, or pick up the phone, you have a chance to create hope. I spent my life trying to do that for my friends and family. I had a rough childhood, and my life was hard in many ways. Through it all, I carried hope of a better day.
As I spread my feelings of hope to the world around me, I didn't think it helped anyone. Suddenly, People started telling me how much I had touched their lives. I wanted to be a beacon of light for people around me. I worked hard to help save as many as I could. Giving them all I could for a new start. For a long time I made a difference in people's lives.
I have recently been drowning in a sea of darkness, and needed a reminder of how much hope makes life just a little bit easier. Sometimes we need a little old man what is inside of us. The one dream I have left, is growing old. The doctors say I will not make it much longer. However, I say that isn't good enough. Because I want to be Seventy years old, sitting in the DMV, making everyone in there talk, smile, and touch each other. Spreading Hope that love still does exist.
This little old man left me with more than a story to tell. He kept me from giving up. He reminded me, its not the end that matters. Its how you get there. He had a beautiful story full of love. I hope mine will be too. . .
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