sugarbabies..

i dont know how she got there or why ..if she was running away or maybe toward something… and im not good at guessing ages but  she was on the younger side of things… she was tiny… and her head was down… her straight dark hair covered her face…but i could tell she was crying…and i could tell she was cold… it was a bus stop and there was a good 15 min wait IF the bus was on time… her dress was just a flimsy slip of a summer frock with little pink flowers… no coat … no sweater… no tights…

i looked around at the evenings commuters…bundled up against the wind… trying not to look at her….

and then i looked down at myself… just like the others bundled up… and i was cold…  i did a quick mental inventory of my layers… undershirt…tee shirt… wool cardigan…cashmere scarf and pink tweedy wool coat…yeah…it even matched her little dress…

i didnt want to embarrass her… but… the wind…. so i shrugged off the pale pink  coat and placed it over her shoulders… when i did she looked up and the tears ran a bit more freely…she  shook her head no…  english wasnt her language … but i insisted …i made the sign of the cross folded my hands in front of my chest and bowed my head….

she returned the bow….

now i was crying…..

a lady behind me stepped forward with some tissues for both of us… a man to the left pulled gloves out of his pocket… and a 20-something girl rummaged about in her gym bag and pulled out a pair of leggings… we made a circle of backs so she could put them on…

i wasnt gonna post this… because telling the story or writing it out here… well it just seems weird…and im not doing it any justice … its times like this that i wish i was a writer… you know… an artist that works in the medium we lovingly call language…   that i could somehow string together perfect words… but i feel sorely lacking…because to me…that moment … it felt like magic…something in the air was tingly… just strangers gathered at a bus stop coming together to help someone in need… something so very very simple…so very basic… so very human….and at the same time it seemed so very very special…

and i thought…god…i am sooo fucking lucky on sooo many levels …

not the least of which is to have been witness to the goodness of people at that  bus stop ….

thank you for that “Faith” i hope you know that what you gave us…was soo much more valuable than what we gave to you….

xoxo