I was at the boardwalk last night with Eden, Mr. P and 2 good friends that I’ve known for many years. We watched the sunset on the ocean side and the super moon rise on the bay side then headed to the Catamaran for a drink and to catch-up on our families and our lives… While walking back to our cars we came across a person lying in the bushes just off the sidewalk. We all knelt down beside this 20 something young man and began to see if we could determine what was wrong with him. He was dressed in running clothes and shoes. He did not look like a partier. He looked like an athlete very clean-cut. After several concerned questions of “hey are you all right…what’s wrong…did you hurt yourself” he quietly responded “oh…hey…I’m all right …no, yes, ok…I’m ok …” He looked so young…he reminded me of my son Trevor as he looked straight in my eyes and said “everything’s cool” . I asked him if he wanted us to call 911, and again asked him if he had hurt his head somehow…He held up a clutched hand for a shaky, limp fist bump and in a very soft and almost angelic expression he said again that everything was ok…We were concerned for him but left him on his own and continued on into the night. After returning to my car, I drove back to see if he was still there, but he was gone. On the ride home I felt angry at myself that I hadn’t done more to help him. His likeness and demeanor so reminded me of my own son…it really hit me hard for some reason thinking about this young kid, maybe hurt, out there on his own …This morning I found out that at about the same time as our encounter with this aforementioned young man, a dear friend of mine passed on. Is there a connection between the two, a goodbye encounter? Maybe…maybe not…
Posted on: Mon, 11 Aug 2014 21:42:42 +0000
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