Monday, April 26, 2010

Random Observations #10

As a boy, I used to stare into the mirror and let my eyes blur until I could see my father's face staring back at me. As an adult, when I look into the faces of vagrant men on the street, I sometimes see how some of our boys (but for the grace of God) could have turned out. There is W, obese and rummaging through the trash. There is S, long-bearded and filthy, with his head in his hands (always a loner). There is B, half-naked and emaciated, passed out in the heat.

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