I have enough to give you.
Today was one of those days that I felt guilty for being young.
I saw an old man shuffling past the Hogan center this afternoon. I gave him a quick smile as I passed by him, because he was small and adorable and quaintly old and I just had to give him something.
He looked at me and gave me a small smile back. For a moment, in the slight curve of his wrinkled mouth and a flickering of his hazy deep-set eyes he told me what he lost and I wanted to give it back to him. I wanted to tell him of how much I had within me that he could hold and carry because I didn’t need it all. But then his look changed, and he told me, No, I had it once. Once is enough. Keep it for yourself.
And so we passed each other. And so I kept it.