I noticed the
old man sitting on a park bench sobbing his eyes out. I went to him and
asked “what happened? Why are you crying?”
He was not
paying attention to my words. I sat beside him and lay my comfort hands and
told him, “Trust me. I am like your granddaughter.”
“My wife is
dead and I have no home, I live in an old age home”, said the man
“No home”? I
asked, don’t you have children?
“Yes, I have
two sons and their family, but no one has time for a diabetic father.”
I was silent….
