Christmas is the time of year when you get a few weeks off from school in order to open presents from a magical bearded fat man in front of a dead tree, and eat candy out of your socks. Life does not get more awesome than this.
I found this man on 7th Avenue in Park Slope. He was leaning heavily on his cane, looking down, wearing a grimaced face. I felt bad for him, so I smiled and waved when I walked past. His face changed completely. He lit up, smiled wide, and gave me a cheery greeting. There was nothing forced about it. He seemed like a man who went through life looking for the smallest excuses to be happy.
I walked 50 feet down the sidewalk, turned around, and walked back to him. “I want to take your photo,” I told him, “because of how big you smiled when I walked by.”
He said: “Well I saw someone smiling at me who I didn’t even know. So I thought: ‘By God! I Better do something!’”
i gasped seeing this. a man with scruff and a sleeping puppy in his arms? yes, please!
The man who follows the crowd will usually go no further than the crowd. The man who walks alone is likely to find himself in places no one has ever been before.