HOLIDAY ANGELS DISGUISED AS HOMELESS STRANGERS....
I hadn't planned to write to you all again before the holidays, but this story must be shared.
Yesterday I heard a gentle tapping on my front door. I went to my take out window and there was an old black man standing on my porch steps, someone I had never seen before. He needed some food and cold weather gear, which I was fortunate to have. There was something special about this old man - I had no idea what it was but I could sense it strongly. He told me he was a Vietnam vet who had run into some trouble down at the Lake City VA and came here hoping for better luck. I gave him Bridget Fitzgerald's card, telling him that she is not a bureaucrat and has worked her way through bigger kerfluffles than his to get vets into housing.
Then, at some point, he told me that he had been a blues musician most of his life. He began talking about the gigs he'd played and he lit up with with such joy and such amazing descriptions of the concerts, the music, the instruments, the riffs... I literally felt like I was listening to someone who had walked out of history, like Blind Lemon or Muddy Waters. Then I remembered that more than ten years ago I found a really nice harmonica in a box of donations and put it aside, thinking that someone would come along who wanted it. I told him to wait a minute, I had something he might want. I showed him that harmonica. I don't think I have ever seen a bigger smile or more joyful eyes on a human face than his when he reached through and took that harmonica! It was really something.
I hope I see him again sometime, maybe in a concert.
Happy happy to one and all!