My grandparents sold for many years candies at the entry of a school in the evening. My mother used to take me there and spent some time with them. Through months I started noticing this guy, a homeless person, sitting in a corner outside the school, in the shadows. I thought it was creepy. No one seems to notice him. He didn´t ask for money, nor something. He was a nobody. One day, this expensive piece of jewelry got lost. It was from the principal of the school. Everybody, including me, started to search for it. I got tired and just sat at the dirty floor looking at the people searching it. Then I noticed how the man of the shadows stand up, looked through something and found the expensive jewel. He touched it softly. He started walking to the entry of the school and left the jewel in the table of the guard. Unnoticed. The principal found it, thinking that she just maybe forget it in the table. But it was weird, why the homeless man didn’t go straight to the principal to give her the jewel? He could have won some stuff from it like food, water, supplements or recognition. Years later, I understood that he didn’t want any of it. That fame is a fickle food. He thought his good action was just that, a good action. I respected his decision of being unknown for everyone but himself.
Juliana Pineda Castillo
Comentarios