We laugh at honor and are shocked to find traitors in our midstC.S. Lewis
We laugh at honor and are shocked to find traitors in our midstC.S. Lewis
The sliding doors opened before me and I stepped out of Staples and took a deep breath. The night air was growing colder, a noticeable difference from the heat of the day. Behind me I could hear the laughter of my co-workers closing down the store. It was a good laughter, we all needed it. I stepped to the edge of the curb and sat down, head tilted to stare at the moon.
“Its beautiful isn’t it?” a voice said behind me.
I turned and looked towards the voice and a salesman from Circuit City slowly walked towards me. He looked tired, haggard, pants and shirt dirty and wrinkled. They’d been busy the past few weeks, the store looked completely different. He stopped next to me and I motioned for him to join me and together we sat and looked at the moon; the full moon. For a few moments we sat in silence, both enjoying the company of the other yet both enjoying the quiet distance.
“Got a light?” he asked, a hopeful expectance in his voice.
Nodding, I handed him my fifty cent lighter from Sheetz, colored with the American flag. He took it and mumbled a thank you, lit his cigarette and admired the lighter. He inhaled, I waited.
“Hard to believe it was two years ago. Man, I just can’t believe it happened. Was a night just like tonight. Almost this quiet too – no fear tonight though.” His voice got quiet with the last few words; you could hear the doubt in them.
“Yea, tonight we’re safe.” I said and turned to look at him. My eyes saw a twenty something man in dirty work clothes, exhausted, laughter lines and crows feet already beginning to set in. The fingers that held the cigarette shook slightly, each breath a slight weez. He looked tired, not a physical exhaustion but one of the soul, one of the spirit. A tiredness I knew well as I’m sure many others do.
I mumbled something and stood up, brushed off my pants and took a step back towards the store. Something made me turn back to him then and my heart skipped at what I say. He still sat there, face outlined from the light of the moon. Tears traced silent patterns down his cheeks, the cigarette all but forgotten in his fingers, I sighed.
“Yea, no fear tonight.” I walked back into work.
The worst moment for the atheist is when he is really thankful and has nobody to thankDante Gabriel Rossetti
Isn’t it interesting that the same people who laugh at science fiction listen to weather forecasts and economistsKelvin Throop III
College isn’t the place to go for ideasHellen Keller
The reason lightning doesn’t strike twice in the same place is that the same place isn’t there the second timeWillie Tyler
I think that God in creating Man somewhat overestimated his abilityOscar Wilde
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