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Topic: Park (10/25/12)
TITLE: Creepy Guy
By Darleen Coon
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So at noon, she grabbed her sandwich, drink, and Kindle and practically skipped the block to the park.
Choosing a bench in the sun, she plopped down and picked up her Kindle. She unwrapped her sandwich and began to read while she nibbled on her turkey sandwich.
She didn’t notice anything out of ordinary until she started on her second half of sandwich.
Unexplicently, she felt goose bumps rise on her arms. She began to look around and saw a man sitting on another bench about 50 feet away. He was staring at her.
“Oh, man, this guy is really creeping me out,” she mumbled to herself.
She finally decided to just ignore him and continue with her lunch. When she got to the final crumbs of her sandwich, she threw them to the nearby squirrels.
Every nice day, Emily continued to go to the park to eat her lunch. Each time, however, the creepy guy was there staring.
One day Emily had decided to read her Bible instead of her usual romance novel. She was reading Matthew 25:35 “For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in.”
At that point, she glanced over at “creepy guy” and realized that he did not have evil in his stare, but hunger. Immediately, she had compassion for him and determined to help somehow.
The next day, Emily walked boldly over to “creepy guy’s” park bench and handed him a sandwich “I seemed to have packed more than I can eat, could you help me out?” She asked him, while handing him a thick sandwich.
She then continued to her bench, sat down, ate and read like normal.
One day as she walked to his bench to give him a sandwich, he spoke to her in a deep baritone voice saying, “Thank you so very much, would you please join me?” he plead.
Emily looked around, just to make sure there were plenty of “witnesses” in case anything “creepy” happened to her. There were several people sitting on benches and a police man talking with a vender within sight, so she felt pretty comfortable saying, “I’d be happy to join you.”
He started off saying, “I want to thank you so much for all of the sandwiches. It has really made me feel like someone actually cares about what happens to me.”
His eyes got a faraway look in them as he continued, “A long time ago, I had a wife and a little girl who cared about me.”
He reached his grimy hand up to stroke his scraggly beard. “I was too busy, with my job, making money, and traveling to enjoy my loving family.”
He gulped and his eyes got strangely bright, “Then it was too late. In an instant, they were gone.”
He blinked away the tears, “Two years ago, I was on a business trip, when I got a call from the state police. They told me my wife and daughter had been killed in a car crash. They had been driving home from her parent’s home, down a steep, windy road, when her brakes failed. She was unable to control the car and it went careening off of the cliff.”
Emily had tears rolling down her cheeks, as he finished his sad story. “She had asked me to check the brakes before I left. I told her I would put the car in the garage when I got back,” he gasped.
“I went off the deep end, so to speak,” he grimaced.
“I quit my job, sold the house, gave all of my money to charity, and started living on the streets, because I didn’t feel like I deserved any of it after what I did,” he confessed with his head hung.
In a moment of boldness, Emily reached out and patted his hand. “God loves you,” she whispered.
With that, she got up and left.
She did not see him again until one day at work. She looked up to see a dark haired, clean shaven, man with sparkling eyes. He held out his hand to shake hers, “Hi, I’m Clint Summers, the new VP, pleased to meet you!” he said with a grin and a wink.
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