Walk With Me

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Walk With Me

A man, beneath lower class, walked. Walked. Alone. Walked. Walked. Walked. For who knows how long, just simply walking. Every path, every curve, road, hill, street. He just walked. And never had his lips come close to a frown. And never did his legs become sore, or his throat ache for water, or his body fall restlessly to the floor. Never had he wished for something more.

This man was not only fulfilled is mind and body, but also soul. He needed nothing but another road to travel. Nothing but another place to go. Everything he wanted he had. Everything he needed he had. Himself and the road.

Once he asked another for a dollar. The other looked at him and gave him ten. Then the man walked back around the corner and handed the ten to the young girl on the curb. Feeling that she, unlike him was not fulfilled. Feeling that this is what needed to be done. The girl smiled and said thank you. He said no need to thank, the money was meant for you. Then he walked away. Along the road. Hoping her life would not soon be through.

This man was as mannered as a king, as wise as a scholar, as kind as a friend. And yet he was none. He could rise above others or sink to their level, without knowing what power he had. He walked with a grace that no lonely man ever could have. He spoke with such intelligence and calm that it seemed unreal. He embodied the being that we all wanted to be. He was just a man walking down the street. Walking. Walking. Walking. Alone.

By Lina

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