Joined Aug 19 2010
An old single, self-employed, music loving man who enjoys life and is gratefully thankful for each day he's allowed to spend above the ground.
Once while traveling down the alley, what did I see? Two cold feet poking out at me. Big blue veins on his ankle bones, one of my brothers laying all alone. He was so still I thought he was dead; I was trying on his shoes when he raised up his head saying, "I'm just an old man, need a quarter or two, for a cup of coffee and a bowl of soup." I said,"I'd like to help you brother, but I got to run, and hit the trashcans for the trash man comes."
The moral I learned in life: If you see a brother in need, don't turn and run; just 'cause you have to hit the trashcans before the trash man comes.
I just love life and the people I meet in it, don't you?