I saw a man sitting on the sidewalk with his back against a building.  He munched on a hotdog.  His shoes had no laces and holes in the toes.  His clothing tattered and dirty.  His winter coat — it is August and hot — his winter coat was not tattered, but you could not tell what color it was because of the dirt.  He had not shaved in several days.

“Excuse me,” he said as I walked by, “can I talk to you?”

“I can’t give you much because I’m almost as homeless as you are,”  I said giving him some change.

“How did you know I was homeless?” he asked.

“Are you kidding me?”

“Seriously,” he said.  “How did you know?”

“Uh–er–I took a guess,”  I said.   I did not want to ruin the impression he had of himself.

“Well you guessed right.  I’m seeing my worker tomorrow.  She may have a place for me.”

“I hope so,” I said.  “Good Luck!”

I walked away wondering,  Is there anything about me that I can’t see, but is so obvious to others?


About Gary Johnston

I am an imaginary number -- a symbol used to count and measure. As Senior Imaginary Number at Einstein Equations Incorporated, I facilitate the calculation of the impossible.

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