Previously I have mentioned what I enjoy doing
in my spare time. One of these things is walking in the park. When I want to
get away, I put on my headphones and walk while tripping in some land that the
music is taking me to.
At other times, I prefer to listen to what is
going on around me; like the birds chirping away, the dogs barking, the frogs
croaking and the people talking.
There are many times that I catch myself
laughing or getting angry at what is being said. Eavesdropping? Maybe, but if
it weren´t made to be heard, it wouldn´t be said.
I want to tell you the story of a young boy and
his father. I was walking ahead of them because my legs were hurting and it was
a really chilly morning. The son, around 16 years of age, was walking ahead of
his dad a bit and kept saying `Come on dad. Let´s go. Move it.´ His dad would
say funny things like, `Today I am slower than the dogs.´ His son didn´t laugh
though, and he asked his father why the dogs were slow today.
As we kept on walking, I caught myself smiling
at the questions and answers that were being given. There was one thing that I
still haven´t mentioned; this son was mentally impaired. He would repeat every
other sentence 3 times. I listened long enough to figure out his pattern. As he
walked by each gate in the park he would try to convince his father to go to a
specific place near there, for instance; a bakery, a newsstand or a way home.
Patiently the father answered each of his questions several times by explaining
why they weren´t going to those places. He would ask three times and the father
answered three times.
One particular dialogue caught my attention.
The son commented that the father wasn´t telling him to shut up today, which
made me think that we all go through a dry spell of patience. However, on this
particular morning this father deserved an award for being the most relaxed and patient man that I have ever seen.
Written: September 8, 2016
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