Jim’s place was near Oppenheimer Park. I sat, wrote and took in the beauty of this park. This place was filled with life. I’ve never seen this many birds in such a small area before. It was not only the sheer number of birds that was mesmerizing me; it was also the great variety of the birds that were present. White, brown and black birds were all occupying such a small space, and peacefully co-existing with one another.
A few minutes earlier, Santa drove by in an electric wheelchair. He was “Ho, Ho, Hoing” while buzzing around in his ride. There were a few other people enjoying the scenery of the park at this time. With Santa’s arrival, the by-standers started smiling. Santa was giving out candy to everybody. Next, he drove his wheelchair right up to the bench where I was writing. He reached into his bag and gave me a bag full of chocolates and candy. He exited the scene just as he entered it, “Ho, Ho, Ho”.
It took me a while to comprehend what was actually occurring here. A physically disabled stranger, who was living in this impoverished neighborhood, put aside time and effort into playing Santa. He clearly spent time putting together a bag of candy for strangers to enjoy. All of his efforts paid off and livened up the area. I guess now I will put down my pen and take in the amazing amount of sincerity and love I have been blessed with already.