THIS IS NOT WRITTEN BY JACQUES BABY USHER MOREL. IT IS WRITTEN BY MY FRIEND EDUARDO ESTRELLA.
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His eyes told me everything. What was the point of an interrogation at this point? He has been interrogated before. His nights are harder than mine. He pulled up to our car and i did something every refuses to do. I acknowledged his presence. I told him with my heart and with mine own eyes, " i know you, I feel for you, i love you."
I don't know what he has been through. I don't know if his wife left him, if he left her. I don't know if he lost his job, if all his investments backfired, I don't even know his name. But what i do know is that he like you and me, he has one; A name. He was born with the intention to be everything, to be successful, to be happy, to be free. I don't choose to believe that he wanted to become homeless, out on the street begging for change simply to survive. And for those who believe otherwise i wish you would open your eyes.
In life we must be humble, for many times we become these egotistical criminals, subliminally infecting our societies with corrupt thoughts and guilty pleasures. Its so easy to refuse this man. So easy to say no. You can say that he will use if for drugs, for booze, for something evil. So what would be the point? Why assume the worst? Why have we become so negative in thought? He suffers just like you. He is a man just like you. He has arms and legs, just like you. He bleeds, he cries, he sleeps, he dies, he dreams, he screams, he loves, he hates, But who are you to say that he only frustrates, the mental images and thoughts of this world. Maybe that man goes home, if he has a home, only looking for feed his 6 month old baby girl. Life is unfair, its tough, its plain, so why deny him when he begs for nothing more than change. Give all you can, hell give it all, because one day you too might fall. You too might be in his predicament, and if you are, then the world too will make no sense. We teach to hoard, but no longer do we teach to give our two cents.
I am not saint. I am just like you. A man looking for purpose just like you. I live, I breathe, I eat, I sleep, I pray, I love, I hate, I cry, and before i die, i look to find, something to tell the world that I'm alive. So look me in the eye and let me know who you are, because I am man, trying to fit in my destiny's plan, and no matter what I will give it all I can, and if i should die before I wake, then i pray to god that my soul he take, and teach me to love eternally and help to teach others to release themselves from captivity and learn to fly away and be free.
So i pulled out my wallet and gave him all i had. He needed it more than I did. And again, I dont know what he will use it for. but I hope it is useful i his journey to live. And I hope that in the end he remembers me, because I remember him.
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