I was unloading my car while at the new house yesterday. A man carrying a rose bush rounded the street corner. He looked at me and said "don't worry about it! It's MY rose bush."
Dirt was falling from the roots of the bush as the man walked. He was red faced, sweaty, and dirty from digging.
I said to him " Your rose bush is pretty." When I first saw him I thought he was taking the bush to plant in his back yard. I quickly realized he was taking the bush to some place else. " I might be homeless, and the bank might be able to take my house, but they can't have my rose bush!" He cut through the school yard and headed to the highway.
No doubt he was having a really bad day.
I felt for him. Life sucks some of the time.
I'm glad he got his rose bush.
Victory for him!
I just hope he has a place to plant it, being that he's homeless and all.
Dirt was falling from the roots of the bush as the man walked. He was red faced, sweaty, and dirty from digging.
I said to him " Your rose bush is pretty." When I first saw him I thought he was taking the bush to plant in his back yard. I quickly realized he was taking the bush to some place else. " I might be homeless, and the bank might be able to take my house, but they can't have my rose bush!" He cut through the school yard and headed to the highway.
No doubt he was having a really bad day.
I felt for him. Life sucks some of the time.
I'm glad he got his rose bush.
Victory for him!
I just hope he has a place to plant it, being that he's homeless and all.
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