He had the bluest eyes. For a brief moment, i saw him, but I had to look away. He wasn’t old, but his body looked old. He was shaking, and could barely walk, even with a cane. I wanted to do something for him, but I didn’t know what. My fear and my brain told me to stay away. I went into the store and bought a couple of things. When I came out, he was gone. Where did he go? Does he have someone that will take care of him? His time on earth is short, I’m afraid.
Why didn’t I talk to him, ask him if he needed help. Offered him some water.
All I could do was say a prayer for him. I hope he’s ok. O
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