Twenty nine year old Susan Vale parked her
car on this cold December morn..
She wrapped her fur coat tightly around her
neck and commenced the one block walk to
the Lee Case office building where she worked
as a Para Legal. For twelve years Susan had braved
this side street of Baltimore often clutching her
pocketbook tightly as she stepped quickly past
side streets where the homeless would huddle
and hold out a hand for spare change..
But until this raw cold morn she had never parted
with even a handful of.change to one of these
losers, a name her office associates had arrogantly
given them..
And why should she? Had not life dealt her a bad
hand? As a child her parents abbanded her to
foster homes and her anger towards God, the world,
and everything in it had kept her soul in chains seeking
some kind of closure, something that could touch the
little girl within..and say, 'Her life had meaning, and that
there was some purpose to her existence..
Today she would take a chance on generosity, on a small
act of kindness..
She reached into her purse and fished out a fistful of
change and pushed the coins into the hand of this
homeless man whose tortured lonely blue eyes could
barely mumble a thank you..
Susan quickly walked away and being a half block
away the homeless man choked with tears cried out,
'Thank you marbles.' Susan frose in her tracks.
Marbles? 'That's what my daddy used to call me when
I was five.
She turned and stared deeply into the eyes of this
broken soul and rushed and knealt holding his
trembling frame to her. Through his choking tears
he throbbed, ' I am your daddy darling.'
And Susan wrapped this cold destroyed man with
her fur coat and half carrying him to the corner
coffee shop she leaned down to whisper in his
ear.
She whispered these words..
She whispered..
Daddy..'I love you.'