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
I walked away with a smile on my face.