Saturday, March 14, 2015

The Man Who Made My Day

There are moments in this life that make me so happy to be a human being. There are moments when I make some sort of connection that may not have been open to someone else, or taken by someone else. The privilege of one these moments was given to me. Just me. 

Yesterday it was beautiful outside so I sat in the sun between my classes. Colorado is always good for sun. A well-groomed, but ill-kept man came up to me, neatly dressed in a maroon windbreaker. It was filthy and worn but not from wonted neglect. His dark, peppered hair was combed neatly, and when he spoke, I noticed he lacked the essential dental care most people with means adhere to. He walked up to me, and with a thick accent asked me the time in broken English. So I told him and I showed him my phone screen. 12:18 pm. And he thanked me. He smiled. We stayed there a moment at a respectful distance in each other’s company until he broke the silence. He asked me if I was a student. I replied in the affirmative, he smiled. I returned the question. He was not. He suddenly extended his hand and introduced himself as Daniel and retreated to a safe distance, leaving the warmth of his baby-butt soft hand in mine. He looked like he hadn’t had a soft day since he stepped foot on the planet, and the arid climate of Colorado couldn’t have contributed any moisture to his palms. They were a testimony to the pains he took to keep himself dapper in the apparent face of hard luck. I asked him what he was doing and he told me (in what forms of communication people employ when they lack all of the necessary language) that he was about to go get some coffee at Starbucks. Then he offered to share the cigarette he was smoking with me. I gratefully declined to which he responded, “That’s better. Best.” So he complimented me on my pants. And I thanked him. And he turned on his heels abruptly and walked away. And in the midst of all of the things I could believe about Daniel, all of the easy things to believe about Daniel, all of the jaded or cynical things I could believe about Daniel, I believe that Daniel just needed the time and a moment to feel human again.  And in that moment, Daniel made my day.