John

 

Having spent the first night freezing near the beach under heavy rain and gale force winds, soaked, shivering, again ignoring the rule of threes, I headed into land to look for a better camping spot hoping the sun would come out and the rain and wind would stop.

Next to a beautiful waterfall I found one and John.

John was a somewhat retired pharmaceutical executive living in Ireland who would spend his time wandering about on an old Honda motorbike camping in bus shelters or under the stars. Long forgotten the days he used to work in a building in Philadelphia where at the 30th floor you got off one elevator and onto another. When I admitted to, well attempting to, paying my bills by simple factory work. He smiled admitting to having done some of that in his time. His every day humanity, worn on his sleeve and in the quiet spots of his accent, reminded me there is a chance for everyone one, each of us, to have a little bit of humanity. We each don’t have to have our own it can be shared.