Dogs Only, Love, Respect The Old Man

Dogs Only, Love, Respect The Old Man

 I remember him, the old man. When he was a little child, he was so small, weak and behind the others.  But today, am I surprised. He still is healthy in old age. How he managed to do so I don’t know. He is so happy, cheerfully talking to some dogs on the road-side. People regard him less than human, an inferieur being. No one respects, loves him, - I don’t think he has a wife - but these dogs do. They are his friends, his neighbors.

 On Sunday’s, he is waiting to get a tip, an extra earning for looking after the cars - not many cars – that were parked during church service. There are not many people who have a car in the congregation.

 September 2011