He sat there in the warm embrace of the relentless sun. The breeze brought a touch of cool relief but also wafted across us laden with the scent of the fast food of the golden arches. The blue sky above might as well have been a lifeless ceiling.
He wasn’t asking for anything, much less my attention. His clothes were dirty, and his posture was one of a young man who’d already done more than his share. It was palpable.
Our mornings were orphans now; his due to monotonous work and mine from the disconnect of knowing he was probably dreading a repetition of the same tomorrow.
Ignoring my fear of injury to his pride, I approached and asked if he was okay.
“Waiting to go do some more work,” he said. “My buddies went for lunch and I haven’t earned enough to eat.”
I solved his lunch problem. And probably his supper problem too, the one waiting for a solution after he’d finish working much later.
“Thanks. I never ask for anything.” He looked me in the eye, and I knew he was telling the proud truth.
I nodded, in fear I might I burst into inexplicable tears. I walked back to my car.
He went inside the store next to his perch. Moments later, he exited, tearing the package of his lunch with his teeth and inhaling half of whatever sandwich hid within. In his other hand, he had a large bottle of water. He gulped half of it as he stood there, looking up at the overcast blue sky as if it had just appeared above him.
A couple of minutes later, a beat-up small pickup truck pulled up and the young man jumped into the bed. I could see lawn equipment protruding above the edge of the bed. They drove off without exchanging a word.
I can’t help the sinister cloud enveloping my brother’s sanity. I can’t erase the past or retrieve angry words exchanged in the course of my steps.
I solved the stranger’s problem, though, even if it was not mine to approach.
It’s a nice day, I agree, even as we individually navigate the inevitable perils waiting to befall us.