The old man

English: Self-portrait of Leonardo da Vinci. Red chalk. 33 × 21 cm. Turin, Royal Library (inv.no. 15571). NOTE This image is in red chalk. Do not revert to the black and white image. Deutsch: Kopf eines bärtigen Mannes, sog. Selbstbildnis. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I got on the bus and sat three seats away from an old man.  I looked over at him and he looked very lonely.  He looked as if he didn’t take care of himself.  He hadn’t shaved in a while and his hair looked dirty.  He wore clothes that didn’t match and hadn’t seen a washing machine in a long time. He wore a red and green shirt with white shorts, and long white socks with ankle length black socks, and black work shoes.

I just kept looking at him. I wondered about his life, and then it came to me. I hadn’t drawn anybody in a while, but looking at him, made me want to draw. I went into my handbag and found a white sheet of paper.

I quickly began drawing his face, hat, messy hair, mismatch clothes. I was drawing his huge bulk, but someone sat down next to him and prevented me from drawing the man.

I put my paper aside.

And then the man got up. He stood right in front of me, surrounded by people waiting to get off. I quickly began drawing him again. I looked at the drawing, liked it and made a few corrections. I liked the drawing so much I decided to take it home and hang it in my apartment.

I kept looking at the man. I had a feeling no one ever paid attention to him.

Just before the bus came to a full stop, I handed the man the drawing. He looked at it and did a double-take. A drawing of him? He got off the bus and stopped to look at the drawing. He smiled, began walking and kept looking at the drawing.

When I handed him the drawing, he did not see me. He just saw my hand. He does not know who handed him the drawing.

I sat on the bus and suddenly realized it was also my stop. I got off and watched the old man as he walked away still looking at the drawing.

It made me feel good to know that the old man realized that someone thought he was interesting enough to
draw him.

I walked away with a smile on my face.

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Gang Stalking – Off Topic – PostaDay 2011 -What occupation did you want as a child?

As a child I always dreamed of being an artist. I was always drawing or doing something that involved color. I drew on anything that was available. It didn’t matter what it was. I left my drawings all over the place. I remember one Thanksgiving, there was a turkey contest. I had to draw a turkey and take it to the store. It was put in the front window of the market by the owner. Every day, I’d pass by the window and just stare at my drawing. I felt so proud having something that I drew be on display for others to look at. I would show anyone passing by what turkey drawing was mine. They would nod and look. They would tell me that they hoped I’d win the turkey contest. Of course, it was not to be. I didn’t win and I don’t know what happened to the drawing. I really thought my turkey was the best drawn one. But years later, I realize it was not the best drawing that would win, but whom you knew that mattered. I did go to art school and become an artist. Till this day I still draw. As a matter of fact, this morning on my computer, I was drawing on the computer program I have. No real paint is used, but it’s just like real painting. I can paint anything I want in any color and save it to send to friends as cards or pieces of art work. It’s a fantastic program! Just the program I need to fill in the empty hours of my life. And no one can take a knife to the paintings and rip them; as has been done to my paintings in the past by the gang stalkers. Painting is in my soul.

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