Daniel


 * //__Sean__//**

media type="custom" key="7576821" //I crossed the street and headed onto Gibb St. I was thinking about how I was going to finish building the skyscraper across the street. Suddenly I saw a man across the road in the vacant lot. He looked to be about 60 and spoke in a strange accent. Back in Ireland we all spoke the same. He asked me why I was wearing a hard hat. I told him I was working on the construction site up the road. He asked if it was hard work and I told him it was very hard. I told him that even though it was hard it didn’t pay a lot, I wanted to do something on the side. He asked me what exactly I wanted to do and I told him I wanted to farm. Back in Ireland my folks had a big old farm with potato fields for miles. He said that he didn’t know about miles but there was a spot open in this garden he must’ve started in the lot. He said I could grow potatoes and sell ‘em too. I asked him if he would really do that and he said he would. I said I would think it over and I started to walk home again. The man sure was strange but he was kind to let me use his garden. On the way home I thought about many things, but not about construction. I thought about how there were probably more people like the man that I didn’t know but were willing to reach out and help. Maybe, just maybe the people in this country aren’t so strange after all. Maybe it's all in me head.//