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7.12.12

happiness

tonight as i drove through the mist
down the puddled streets of town
 a man illuminated by the street lights 
caught my eye.
he was walking tipsy turvy
on this lonely, wet, dark, road.
as i slowly crept by i peered out to see
this blind and crippled man
with a jankity walk and a white cane bouncing out to the side.
in his left hand he held a newly purchased jug of o.j.
his eyes were closed, his head tilted toward the sky
and his face wore a smile like one i have never seen.
unaware of the darkness, unaware of the drunken traffic
unaware just how vulnerable he was.
a smile when one is in the moment.
a smile of sheer joy of being alive
and i was reminded that happiness
is a choice.
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