my niece sara lost her first tooth! she swallowed it. i wonder if she did it on purpose to avoid the whole tooth fairy thing. . . (see 6/14 post)
“We all live with the objective of being happy; our lives are all different and yet the same.”
– Anne Frank
the neighborhood homeless man i’ve been saying hello to for 3 years introduced himself to me tonight. he said his name was gary, he’s from west virginia and was married for 18 years. he has 3 suitcases, a tape recorder and a cell phone. he asked me for my number. i wonder how gary affords a cell phone. i can barely afford to pay my cell phone bill and i have a job. . .
My 5 year old niece called to tell me her tooth was ’wigglin’.
She proceeded to tell me that she was not sure when it would fall out but when it does she will put it in the tooth fairy box, put the box in a ziplock bag and place it on the floor for the tooth fairy.
”Why aren’t you going to put it under your pillow?” I asked.
“Because I don’t want the tooth fairy to lift my head,” she replied.
“You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You must do the thing which you think you cannot do.”
– Elenor Roosevelt
while walking down 1st ave i notice a large crowd gathered at the corner of 75th street. i cross the avenue to see why everyone is gathered. as i near the corner i see an old man has fallen and is lying face in the pavement – in a pool of blood – a big pool of blood – and he wasn’t moving. it seemed as though he had been down for quite some time as everyone seemed agitated about how long it was taking the ambulance to arrive. there was a girl bent down next to him. she was rubbing his back and telling him the ambulance was on it’s way, while the other’s watched. from the corner of 75th & 1st ave i looked directly across the avenue to the opposite corner of 75th and saw an ambulance. it was parked directly across the street from this man lying face down in a pool of blood, unable to move, surrounded by a large group of people waiting for an ambulance!
the ambulance was parked right next to a bus stop where another crowd of people stood looking at the injured man across the street. without waiting for the light to change, i crossed the avenue to get the paramedics. i banged on the window to get the attention of the two paramedics inside. the driver was enjoying a sandwich while the other did a crossword puzzle. obviously annoyed, one of the medics opened the window to find out why i was interrupting them on their break time. i pointed to the man laying in a pool of blood just across the street the medics seemed even more annoyed – the one in the passenger seat even rolled her eyes at the driver! as they crossed the avenue i heard the sirens of another ambulance on it’s way. i said a prayer for that man and went home.
“Think of the poorest person you have ever seen and ask
if your next act will be of any use to him”