Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Story of a Broken Man

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Broken

While on vacation in Grenada, we decided to drive around downtown which could be quite a challenge. Suddenly, I was overcome by the sight of a man sitting on the sidewalk.

“Stop,” I shouted.

Startled, my husband stopped the car assuming he was about to hit something or someone he hadn’t seen.

I said, “Look,” while pointing to this man. “Please!” “You’ve got to find a place to park.”

He drove a bit and found a parking spot.

Since we were unfamiliar with the downtown area, we had to walk several streets in search of where the man had been.

I thought I should purchase one of those shells he was selling since he looked like he was in need of a sale.

Eventually, we found him.

He was unaware I was standing next to him until I said, “Hello, I see you have some shells for sale.”

Tear filled hazy eyes glared at my me. I felt sucked in by his sadness. He was dirty with a profound odor of the unsanitary kind. It was the type of odor you knew was from a lack of any type of facilities. Yet, I felt compelled to talk to him. In one hand he had a cup of rum; the other hand held a blunt, doobie, marijuana joint. Drugs!

After briefly talking about his shells, I told him, “I noticed he was drinking and smoking marijuana at such an early morning hour.” It was 10:00 a.m.

He said, “There’s no set time for me to kill my pain.”

I didn’t dare ask what his sorrow was.

I asked, “Does it help your pain?”

No words were said. Just a tilt of the head in my direction with a curved smile that led me to believe he didn’t think I’d understand.

We spoke for a short time.

I handed him the money for the shell with a little extra. I recommended he use it for food or shelter. I told him to keep the shell so he could sell it to someone else.

As I began to walk away, he took another puff from his big sweet scented herb and shouted, “Pretty Lady” …

I turned.

He continued, “Someday, when you get to heaven, say hello to my angel. I know you’ll meet her there. Tell her, I’ll be with her before long.”

2018©written by Isadora

 

~ Kindness is loving people more than they deserve ~

Grant that, we may not so much seek to be consoled, as to console,
to be understood, as to understand … Saint Francis of Assisi

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*****Definition of Broken: forcibly separated into two or more pieces; fractured. incomplete; being in a state of disarray; disordered;

**** I received the Bronze Award for a: Street Life/Slice of Life: A photojournalistic photograph, camera as observer.

*****This story was originally posted in February, 2014 


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Premonition

It’s been 3 days since I ventured to do anything on my blog.

I had had many fun things going on over the weekend.

Then, on Sunday evening, I had the terrible issue of accepting that my computers were down.

Now, I wanted to be on them.

Now, they weren’t working.

You’re probably wondering why I’m using the word ‘them’ and ‘they’.

I have a desktop computer and a laptop. I decided to get the laptop to take with me when I travel.

I can upload photos and remove them from my memory card, plus, I could see how well I’d taken the photographs. I could write stories or poems, etc.

When I realized my limited ability to get them to work, I thought about getting tech help. They could get walk me through the issue/issues.

However, I had a premonition it was going to be long and stressful process.

Today, I accepted that I could be having an incorrect premonition about this entire repair thing.

I called and to my surprise everything went smoothly and quickly. It was a simple fix.
And, it was a pleasure to speak to a tech who’d originally resided in Norway. I enjoy listening to people who have accents. This Norwegian accent was quite pleasant as was his assistance to my computer glitch.

Lesson Learned: Don’t always listen to your premonition.

2018©Isadora DeLaVega

 

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