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Old Man
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 Created on 1-22-07
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Life has been no fairytale for me. It’s been far from it. I’ve lived a long crazy life. It’s been far from boring. The strangest thing happened to me the other day. A young man approached me. He said he had heard of me. It seems I have become some what of a local hero. This young man said he envied me, wish he had my courage, wish his life would turn out exactly how mine has. I remember smiling, for I was the only one who wished for a boring simple life.
“Let me tell you young man my life has been an interesting one, far from exciting and not one you should envy. I have watched many people I love die. My best friend and I were like brothers, we would do everything together. Watching him die was the hardest day of my life. Many say I'm courageous because of the battles I have fought, but they don’t know the whole story, my best mate Kenny his name was, he was the courageous one. Without him I wouldn’t be standing right here talking to you now. he saved my life, by taking his own. Every night I wake up because I can hear gunshots and my friends screaming and slowly dying. Trust me your life may seem boring to you, but I envy you more than you should envy me.” Eyes wide the young man sat down on the bench. As did he.
Taking a sip from his coffee he decided to continue with his story. It felt good to get it out in the open.
“I’ve loved a woman with all my heart only for her to walk away after breaking it. in the beginnings things seem fine, but then the honey moon finishes and its hard times ahead. It takes a lot of strength to keep a relationship going. I would of done anything for that woman but it seems she just didn’t feel the same way. I will admit this now I have loved many women since then, but her face is the only one I see when I close my eyes at night. I will never love another like her. But unfortunately as much as she makes me smile, she makes me just as angry.”
The young man seemed intrigued with his story. It felt nice that finally someone wanted to listen. He sighed. For he knew he had only one chapter left that was the one of his father. He had never told a living soul, but without knowing his new friend all that much he still knew he could trust him. So he began again.
“My father was a cruel man. But that only started after my mother passed on just before my seventh birthday. Her death was hard on my father. He began drinking heavily, and because of that he lost his job. I remember my older brothers having to get jobs so we could eat. I was to young to help so I was left in charge of the house and making sure my father hadn’t died or tried to kill himself again. That meant I got all the punishment. I was my dads very own private punching bag. If he got angry he had something to take it out on. Along with thinking about Kenny at night, the other nightmares I have are of my father, his voice is cold and always sends shivers down my spine. I was a tough kid growing up and the only person I was afraid of was that man. If I saw him today right before me id probably start crying just like a baby. I don’t miss him at all, most people miss there parents, but I don’t. I think that it is a little sad myself.”
Finally the young man he had poured his heart out spoke
“your life has indeed been an interesting one, I'm very honoured you shared it with me. You may now think I don’t envy you or think you’re courageous at all. But you must remember you lived through all that, you have grown, you have learnt and your still here. That makes you strong and that makes you courageous. You have made mistakes, and I hope one day after I make mine I will be reflecting on them as you are now with a sane mind and a kind heart. Thank you.” The young man stood up from the bench shook my hand and left without turning back. It was almost as if had disappeared. I never saw him again and when I spoke of him, it seemed no one had a clue who I was talking about. All I know is I'm very glad to have met him.
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