Thursday, April 20, 2006
Gift Horse
I met a man yesterday afternoon while sitting up at the bar at Homeslice.
And he asked what I was reading.
"It's a book about adoption."
"You adopting?"
"Trying to. Either Ethiopia or Vietnam"
"Wow. That warms my heart. Let me give you my phone number and when you get your kid, call me, and I'll buy the kid some shoes"
It's the strange, brief encounters in this town that keep me here. I, of course, turned down but thanked him for his offer, but no where else would I have a stranger offer to purchase shoes for a child I don't even know yet.
I met a man yesterday afternoon while sitting up at the bar at Homeslice.
And he asked what I was reading.
"It's a book about adoption."
"You adopting?"
"Trying to. Either Ethiopia or Vietnam"
"Wow. That warms my heart. Let me give you my phone number and when you get your kid, call me, and I'll buy the kid some shoes"
It's the strange, brief encounters in this town that keep me here. I, of course, turned down but thanked him for his offer, but no where else would I have a stranger offer to purchase shoes for a child I don't even know yet.
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