Posted 09-05-2009 at 10:18 PM by Firemare
I've had a lot to do lately, and a lot has happened. But this isn't about any of that. Today I was at Dragoncon. I got tired early and decided to go catch a nap. As I left the Metro and walked back towards where I was staying, an african american man asked me and the clump of people I was walking among for just one quarter. He pointed to a nearby studying student and said that he "was proud of that boy" and that if we would look inside the restaraunt we would see why. Of everyone in the group only I stopped, instantly actually. I gave him four. He told me that his world was pure, but not pure enough to tell me what he wanted to say. He said that I was pure, that he could tell, that god made no mistakes, that he would rather die then come into my life, because I was pure. I found that a little confusing until he said that he would rather die then "fuck up [my] life." He gave me two hugs, a kiss on the shoulder and looked me straight in the eyes. No one looks me in the eyes, I think he was surprised I looked him in his. He was, and is, one of the most, honest, sincere, caring and truly religous men, no, people I've ever met. I keep wanting to cry now, because I think he should be a father or a pastor or bus driver for young children somewhere. But he can't be. When I did move on I glanced into the restaraunt, but I didn't see anything but people.
Mene, I was wearing a medieveal dress and boots. He told me I "Was pure" and meant it. why is such tolerance and compassion so rare? Perhaps if there were more people like him in the world, the world wouldn't be in the state it's in. If every christian had even a measure of his character, I would be honored to carry that name. Something about that man calling me pure, made me feel more... worthy then almost anything I've ever felt.
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