4th November 2012
Dear
Cassi,
The
events of the day are those kind that are at once wonderful and terrible all at
the same time. It was my pleasure to work overtime today and so came in for a
three to eleven shift. Knowing that I was in for hard work I made myself ready.
I
had come in to work only moments ago and just started my coffee, as is my
custom at the start of my shift, when a man came to the front and told me that
kittens had been left in the street. I recall that he had a gray beard about
him and dirty clothes so I had the impression that he was a street man.
Now,
you and I are folk who know good and well that those who have fought the hardest
can often be the most forgiving of people. This man of the street had a
desperation in his heart that could be read in his eyes to find someone to look
after these animals. Why he turned to me is a question I never asked, but he
did and all I could say was “let’s have a look”.
He
ran across the street trough traffic and took up an orange department store bag
that had seen some use and ran back to me. In this bag were four bundles of fur
that had seen as many bad times at their ark and so I said I would see to the
kittens.
I
looked down at those four balls of fluf and could tell by the dry dark spots in
the corners of their eyes that they had seen harder days. Thus it came to me
that I would need to find them milk in the next six minutes. My first thought
was the gas station and so I asked if they sold the nectar of a cow and was
told they did indeed carry the product.
The
poor homeless man who brought the kittens to me offered to buy it for me out of
his own meager funds but I declined. In the end I handed a homeless teen a ten
dollar bill and asked her to go to the local market and get me cream and tuna
for the cats.
For
the next eight hours the cats were a joy to my clients who took them into the
lobby and played with the animals. The homeless have more love to give than
many normal folks. Even the hard ones, covered in ink and scars, became as
children in holding the kittens.
You
know I have a chunk of ice in my heart and a sense of duty in my head that gave
me no hesitation in looking after these animals. Even with this augmentation
there was a part of me touched to see these proceedings.
Guard
the tender spots in your heart, little sister,
Richard
Leland Neal
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