It reminds me a story. I used ( and still do) go to a church in Old Nice. We always went to this church with my grandmother ( Corsican mother of my mother) cause its Saint Ritas church. Only for Desperate Causes. We dont go to the mass, we just drop there, pray her, talk a bit with the sacristan who is HILARIOUS, and go back home. I was about 19, not long after my brother died; and there was a man, homeless at the door of the church. I looked at my mom and she looked at me the same when he opened the door for us very elegantly. Once in the church, I told her hes special, right?, she nodded and replied he has nothing to do here. Hes not a random tramp. Thats strange. When we went out, I gave him 10$. Next time, he was there and smiled to us, opened the door very elegantly again. and so on... One day, we were about the enter the church and he said Pardon my intrusion but I must warn you it is very crowded for there is an unexpected mass as a tribute of one of the priests whom just sadly passed away. I frowned and said Thank you, we are going to come back a little later then. When we came back, he opened us the door always the same way he used to and I told him You shouldnt be there. He said I am sorry if I bothered you, its never been my intention! I replied no, what I mean is that its not your place in the world. We saw him a few times again. We even used to have a 5/10 lines random conversation with him when we went over there. Every time 10$ given to him but since then my mother and I were telling him Hope you can get your life back. One day he disappeared. We never saw him again at the door. We asked the sacristan and he had no idea. Like about 2 years after, I was on my knees praying Saint Rita ( yeah I pray on my knees... Anyway!) and when I was to get up again, someone took my arm to help me, saying I doubt you remember me but I used to open the door for you thus may I help you this way today? It was the man. I recognized him right away. He was wearing a suit. I smiled to him and said we wondered where youve been for quite a while. He looked at my mother and said Back in my place in the world. I never saw him again. I never knew his name nor what he did. Its just I will never forget about him. Homeless people may not be who you think they are : have compassion, kindness, as if it were you in their worn shoes.
Posted on: Sat, 16 Aug 2014 22:52:28 +0000
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