Driving to work the other day, I pull off 309 and am waiting at the light to turn onto Coliseum and head to work. I see a woman crossing the road, being careful of course, but you Fort Wayners know, this is NOT an intersection to mess with, on foot especially.
She had a few beat up looking bags with her (one reminded me of the Civil War era carpet bags), but she herself looked very well kept, clean, etc. Maybe she was staying in a near by motel? There's quite a few right there. Who knows? All I knew was, the quality of her appearance (well kept, clean, neat) combined with her surroundings (hoofin' it across a state road near the highway) and her trappings (sizable, well worn bags), there was a story there. Good, bad, I don't know but it was a story just the same.
As I watched her walk to wherever it was she headed next, I have to admit, I envied her a bit. Whatever that story is, part of me was really wishing I was in her shoes rather than in my car. She seemed free. It almost made me think of a biblical passage: Take nothing but the clothes on your back, and the shoes on your feet. Don't bother taking money with you. Rely on the kindness of strangers, and if rejected, shake the dust from your feet and move on. She seemed liberated (emphasis on seemed) and a part of me really, truly wanted that for myself.
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