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noodle wouldn't want us to feel like we cannot follow.
I was living in San Francisco, back in 1982 as a young almost homeless twenty year old.
I was waiting for a bus that wasn't due for forty minutes, it was late at night.
I saw a truly homeless elderly lady, curled up on the stairs of a flat,
right close to the bus stop.
I tentatively said hello to her.
She raised the large brim of her hat to spy me,
and she must of felt safe talking to me then, for she sat up and we talked and talked.
During our conversation, she mentioned something about it being her birthday.
I then experienced hairs standing up on my arm.
I asked her if it was really her birthday.
She rummaged through a multi-colored bag and showed me her ID.
That day was also my birthday.
We smiled at each other for a long time.
I removed an onyx ring from my left hand and presented it to her as a birthday present.
She received it graciously.
The bus pulled up moments later.
We held eye contact, for as long as possible.
Magic.
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