Today coming back from a run along the Hudson, walking home east of the river path back in the thick of traffic along 10th Ave, right at the exact intersection where I had the run-in last fall with the Angry Bicyclist, I see a blind man at the corner, tapping along the gutter with a cane, trying to cross the street.
I asked, “Do you need any help, sir?” and he said
“Yes! Yes, thank you. I’m trying to cross the street. This is 55th, isn’t it?”.
“Yes”, I say, “and we have the light”.
I extend my arm to him, arm to arm, so he can feel it alongside and take it. I don’t just grab his arm. I know not to do that. Ya know? I saw Scent of a Woman. Pacino and I even share the same birthday (yesterday). Lesson learned. Hoo-ah! Boy’s alive!
After we cross 55th, he says, “I’m just going to the D’Agostino’s market”.
“D’Agostino’s is just halfway down the block. Are you okay?” I ask “Or would you like me to take you to the door?”
“Oh, if you could help me,” he says, “that would be so kind”.
So I do. We nearly get knocked down by some guy flying out of Dunkin Donuts but pull up just in time. I take him to the automated doors and he makes his way inside thanking me and saying “Have a good day”.
I walk on wanting more than anything to call Summer and tell her all of this. But then in that moment I have a feeling that somehow she knows. And I tap my chest with my fist in the place where I felt that and look at the sky and say, “I love you, sweetheart”.