I remember him, him in his entirety. I had been walking through the retirement home when I saw the back of his fragile head as he looked through the window. It seemed he never took his eyes off that window till the very last minute, no, second rather of daylight. No one knew what he was seeing or how he could jsut sit there for hours on end at the same backyard of the home. Many labeled him crazy or a bomb that could go off at any second and that extreme caution should be taken around the man. And so, he had no visitors; not one. Until I, a simple nine year old girl, walked in and sat down on his windowsill. I couldn't understand why they called him crazy, because as a kid I wanted a explanation, but they knew not of his backstory, and so in return I would get a simple, sweet look and be told to "just stay clear of the man for now honey." But on that spring day, I walked right in, after all, who cares what they say right?
The man looked up at me with his pale eyes and a smile slowly appeared on his face, as if he wasn't sure if he was seeing things or if I was actually sitting there on the forbidden ledge. "Hello." He said happily. "Hi."I responded somewhat shocked that I hadn't been yelled at. Being a child, I asked "Why do you stare out this window sir? People call you crazy, but I don't think you seem that bad." He chuckled and sat up a bit straighter. "Do you want to hear a story?" He said with a wicked smile. I simply nodded, although I would have liked a straight forward response. He cleared his throat and looked at me and began to speak the words that must have been building up in him for years now, for he hasn't spoke in over a year, or so they say.
I once was on a train ride in a year that existed before you were born. I was a young lad then, with clothing from the local donation box and eyes still pale. I reckon I was about the age of twenty-five at this time. I looked out the windows of the train and began to say "Look dad, the clouds are moving with us!" He would jsuit look at me and nod. "Look, look! The trees and the ground they are all moving too! Oh I hope we keep up!" The people around me began to look around at each other, but I could hardly care. "And that stream dad! It's moving faster than all of us! Isn't this just great!" "Yes it is son." My dad said with a smile. Then a man on the train tapped my dad's knee and leaned in and said "That boy has some problems, you ought' to get him to a doctor." All the others nodded in agreement, sealing the comment. My dad sat back a bit, while I continued to gaze. "Actually." My father began. "He just came back from a doctor, as a matter of fact, this is the lad's first day of seeing. See while ya'll been able to see, he's been blind and in darkness. But see now my boy can see and he's just trying to enjoy it, so if you could all pay him that respect I'd appreciate it." They all sat back and not a word was said.
" What happened after that? I said in amazement of the man, now connecting that his pale eyes were in fact because he had been blind. "Well, my dad and I were out fishing not to long ago, before I came here. We were walking to the truck to get bait, and I was about thirty paces ahead of him. But when I looked back to the forest, he wasn't there, he never came back. That's when they took me here, since he had been supporting me my whole life, and I guess since then I've been looking out this window to that forest out there, just waiting for him to come back." He took a sigh. "But I think you helped me realize something young lady." I looked up, wondering what I could have possibly done other than make him recall bad memories. "I don't need to wait anymore, for I have waited to long to change and I'm afraid my time is already out. But you! You can be different than all those others, you can move the trees and make the clouds run because you have what it takes. You are a good soul, never forget that."
He then got up and laid on his bed with a smile. "Don't wait miss, you have plenty of time left. I wish you the best of luck on your travels." I felt a cold tear forming in my eye, not from sadness however, but happiness. I knew the man was dying, but I also knew it was his time and that he was content. The sound of a flatline echoed through the halls of the building, and so I stood and gave him a final hug. The nurses ran in and stripped me from the man and placed me in the hallway. "What were you doing in there?" One of them said, leaning down to me. "Just having a chat with a man who was waiting for someone to listen."
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