Eugene (based on a true story)
This story has been sitting around, waiting for me to read it, for a while. It brightened my Sunday morning. You should read it too.
1.
Let me make things clear right from the get-go. I’m not a believer.
I don’t believe in supernatural geezers with unkempt beards and such, even though I deeply respect religious liberty. Even if you’re a passionate parishioner of the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster and wear a colander instead of a hat, I promise that as long as you don’t try to hang spaghetti from my ears, I’m completely tolerant.
Well… actually, I don’t know why I started with this declaration. I wanted to tell you something quite different. I wanted to tell you about Eugene.
2.
I noticed him when I was going to my yoga class. I normally wouldn’t have paid attention to yet another beggar on the street if he hadn’t been busy with a pretty unusual thing.
Now, you could say, “Tati, what’s so unusual about needlework? Embroidery is no big deal.” Yes…
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