posted on Nov, 23 2016 @ 09:55 AM
Down by the local 7-11, there's an electrical transformer secured in a metal box. It's about 6' high and 4' wide. It's painted yellow. Directly
across from this box, about 4 feet away, is a light pole. In between the two lives the old lady. I don't know where she came from, as I rarely go to
7-11 for anything, but I drive by it everyday and for the last four weeks she's been there. Most of the time she's covered with a blanket and just
sits there with her bags,
easy to miss if you weren't really looking.
Probably about 4' 10" tall, with streaky gray hair. Life must have dealt her a bad hand, evidenced by the lines on her face. She doesn't smile.
The other day I saw her raise her face into the sun, eyes closed. She blended perfectly with the faded yellow box, as if she was supposed to. I
couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking, maybe thankful for the warmth.
And then yesterday I drove by and it was raining, and she had a black plastic bag over the top of the blanket, and she was sitting there with her face
raised up into the rain, eyes closed.
Maybe she was thinking of better times, past friends or family.
Old lady, I just want you to know . . .that you are noticed. I wish I could do something for you . . .but I hear you always say no to help.
Have a Happy Thanksgiving. Keep the memories. Bless you.