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Click hereRita
The other day I gathered
a truckload of empty bottles
—my wife's idea to recycle
Headed down to the supermarket
Christopher is now in charge
so courteous and kind this boy
I almost forget the time
I was accosted by a 400 lb. crazy
wanted to steal my trashcan
duel under the hot sun
I said,
"You throw the first punch
you're going to spend the rest
of your life regretting it"
I take my place at the end of the long line
after a while an older woman,
Rita, comes behind me
I suggest she tuck in
her two light gold chains
religious medallions
"...there are some lowlifes around here"
"Oh, thanks for telling me"
She has an accent that I can't place
"I've been up and I've been down she says
I know I can survive
I was in a concentration camp"
"Are you Jewish?" No, Serbian,
"My father was killed by the Nazis 1944,
my mother raped
I was 3 my brother 5
she put us in a little rowboat
rowed 150 miles to Bari" (Italy)
They put us in a refuge camp
A poor farmer with 13 cows
vouched for us so we came to America
I'm a widow now
My husband died 3 years back, cancer
Had a bad auto accident before he died
We were sued for 5 million, 200 lawyer firm
took our house, car, everything
I 'm living with my children now
Preparing to start taking the bus
When you get too old
driving is not always good"
As she told her story
I moved her bottles forward
each time the line advanced
Finally we arrived at Christopher
I passed cans, glass, plastic
got $28.76
money for cat food
I thanked Rita, "so nice meeting you"
Without thinking I embraced her and kissed her cheek.
"Every life has its story," she says
What unquenchable spirit on such a hot day
"Maybe you should stop going down there.
It's dangerous," says my wife
"No, it's ok," I answer,
"You meet some nice people"
Being tenderly written about with all the kindness of your compassionate heart , Erectus ----it's called Karuna in Buddhism !
it's a gift you have--the revealing stories told in the details of lives of forgotten people with a sort of journalistic remove that makes them somehow more powerful. You will have a book of these soon. :-)