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Fri, Jul. 9th, 2004, 12:44 am
An angel unawares?


R. and me (these were all taken on memorial day)

R's only hand. He does everything with this hand including painting, sculpting, cutting wood, building canvases and tugging his very heavy grocery cart around.
R holding a tile trinket that he made for me
R with his cart, he requested that I take this shot of him in front of the church.

This is my friend,R. R. Is homeless and has only one arm and his legs are both lame, one in particular is very lame. He lost his arm and recieved the other injuries when a propane tank exploded at his work many years ago. I met him about 6 years ago when I saw him painting an angel in a small nook of trees off the side of the road. That day I stood there and talked to him for several hours, until long after dark. His angel stayed illuminated the entire time, there were no street lights close by and he had no flashlight or other source of light on. We spoke about art, about God and about family. After this chance meeting, I started to run into him in various places around town and each time I would spend hours talking with him, not realizing how much time had gone by. Over this past 6 years, I have been given much in the way of life lessons, spiritual council, and inspiration by this man. R. is a very talented artist and I am proud to say a very close friend of mine. Sometimes months go by and I dont see him, but hardly a day goes by that I dont think of him and pray for him several times. I love this man, he has been such a wonderful friend and mentor. Many people have scoffed at me for sitting on the side of the road (me being a white girl living in the south) for hours into the night and often into the wee hours of morning talking to this black homeless man, but they are missing out. They do not see anything more in him than the color of his skin (which shouldnt be an issue anyway) and a rough, sometimes dirty, somewhat eccentric man with one arm and a terribly exaggerated limp (more of a shuffle and drag). I often wonder why people do not use their gut instead of their eyes and their assumptions to decide whether or not to talk to someone. The lessons and the council and friendship that I have recieved from this man is worth so much more than I ever could have expected that first day when I hopped out of my Dad's car and went over to speak to him. Though there have been many times that I have given gifts and offered food, money, and other necessities to him, this man once took the $15 that was in his pocket and gave it to me because he said he knew I needed it more than him... That was on a day that I had no food in my house and no check coming to me for several days. R. may very well be my guardian angel. I know that there are many people who know him around this city and have been touched by his generous personality and his tenacity. I feel so fortunate to have met him and to be his friend.

Tue, Jun. 8th, 2004 11:01 pm (UTC)

Hi, just stumbled across your journal. That's an amazing story. Reading that made me kind of tear up, and that doesn't happen often. You never know where you might find someone who is just so beautiful on the inside. It's fantastic that you took a chance to look beyond physical appearances and social status, I think that's awesome.

And now I'm going to browse your journal some more.

Tue, Jun. 8th, 2004 11:23 pm (UTC)

i have had this journal for ages, but have'nt really been active with it.. this shall change very very soon.. in fact it started yesterday. I hope you arent too disappointed, but promise to be better from here on out. there is so so so much more story and i am sure i will write more about R. , but i wanted to introduce him to everyone first. hope you enjoyed.