Bruno

Bruno approached me to ask for a dime. I had nothing. I looked at him and pulled out my packed lunch and gave it to him. At first he hesitated and looked at me for several seconds to see if I was really serious to give my only food to him. He took the food and said, "Sir, what I can do for you. Thank you. Thank you. I will give my life to you. Tell me what to do." 

I walked away and avoided that way again. I did not want to see him again, because I did not want him to repay me of anything. I'll get embarrassed if he would.

Maybe I am stupid. Money would always make me blush. I worked for free for significant countless points of my life, and survived from the donations of unknown people. Later on when I had a family, my wife would get irritated for I gave my service for free: we have children to feed.

Perhaps, in a world where money is the only commodity, I am a moron and misplaced.  I have no money. Like Bruno, I want to pay back and pay forward. I still dream of a day when I can give my service for free for the people who have nothing to give except their wounded hands, for at the end what will count is the number of people we shared our lives with…

For all the people who made my life possible. Grazie mille !

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photo:by Mountain Brook| posted by john b. bejo