Huddled in the median coming off the freeway twice yesterday I saw the same man holding a ragged sign asking for food. The second time by, all I had was a bottle of "SmartWater," but it became his.
Two cars behind me honked long and loud about me momentarily holding them up. One driver, almost in a "road rage moment" zoomed around me flipping me the "international wave," you know the one with the middle finger that says "you, dude, are a total idiot!"
So be it. Sometimes I am...when I drive right on by with nary a thought about the person in the median.
Huddled against the increasing cold wind...huddled against the whoosh of cars zipping past...huddled against life...wondering about this midian-man's story...as I drove on from that moment, my mind returned to what I've read in just the introduction (even though I'm now well into this remarkable tome) from Bob Ekblad's book, "Reading The Bible With The Damned," page xvi...........
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